“So Wulf can’t get in?”
“No, so the weird guy across the street can’t get in.”
I looked out the front window. “That’s Mr. Bennet. He’s ninety-two and he thinks he’s General Eisenhower. He lives in the house with the red geraniums in the window boxes.”
I turned back to Diesel, but Diesel was gone. No smoke. No flash of light. Nothing. Just gone. I went to my small second-floor office and did a computer search for Gerwulf Grimoire. Nothing. Clean slate. No Facebook page. No matches found.
I called the bakery and got Glo.
“When I came home just now, Diesel was inside my house, waiting for me,” I told her.
“Who’s Diesel?”
“The big rude guy from the bakery.”
“His name is Diesel? Like a powerful engine pulling a freight train?” Glo said. “That is so sexy.”
I thought his personality was freight train engine, but his appearance was more unkempt ruler of the pride male lion.
“Is he still there?” Glo asked. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, and he’s gone. I thought I should tell you in case I turn up missing or dead or something.”
“Did he threaten you?”
“No. He ate some lasagna. And then Wulf walked in. And then they both disappeared.”
“What did Wulf look like?”
“Scary in a sexy vampire sort of way.”
“Wow.”
“Am I being punked? Is this going to show up on Funniest Home Videos?”
“Not on my dime,” Glo said.
I looked out my back office window. No sign of anyone lurking in my bushes or hiding behind the maple tree. Beyond the maple tree, the boats peacefully bobbed in the harbor. Marblehead was business as usual. And that meant not much business at all. It was originally a fishing village with narrow, crooked streets moving inland from the water. The nineteenth-century cod boats have been replaced with dories and fancy sailboats, and Marblehead is mostly a bedroom community for Boston and the North Shore now, but the low-key character of the colonial town hasn’t been entirely lost.
“I’ll be over as soon as I’m done here,” Glo said. “I’ll bring my book, and we can put a spell on your house to ward off vampires.”
“I said he looked like a vampire. I didn’t say he was one.”
“I’ll bring garlic, too.”
“Put it on a pizza, and it’s a deal.”
CHAPTER THREE
Glo showed up a little after six. She had her book of spells, a pizza box, and a short-haired tiger-striped cat.
“What’s with the cat?” I asked her.
“It’s yours. It’s a watch cat. It’ll help protect your house. I got it at the shelter.”
“I don’t think I’m ready to commit to a cat.”
“But this is a special cat,” Glo said, setting the cat on the floor.