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ever leaves before the big showdown at the end, Jo-Jo explained.
Her favorite part is when Lee Van Cleef dies.
Sophia Deveraux, the Goth girl dwarf, was also quite the movie buff. Westerns, action flicks, mob
movies. She loved them all. The more violent they were, the better.
Anyway, I said, finishing my story. We left the dwarf s body for Sophia to dispose of and brought
the girl here. Once she s awake, I plan on asking her some serious questions about Fletcher and where
she heard the nameTin Man .
Jo-Jo stared at the girl. A frown made the blue mud mask on her face crack. She hadn t bothered to
wipe it off yet. She looks& familiar. What did you say her name was again?
Violet Elizabeth Fox. I plucked the girl s driver s license out of her wallet and passed it to Jo-Jo.
The dwarf scanned the laminated card. Her frown deepened, and bits of blue mud flaked off her cheeks
and settled on her pink housecoat. She lives up on Ridgeline Hollow Road.
Do you know her? Finn asked.
Jo-Jo shook her head. No, but I m pretty sure I know the crotchety old bastard who s her
grandfather.
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Finn and I looked at each other. Grandfather? we asked in unison.
Jo-Jo nodded. Warren T. Fox, of the Ridgeline Hollow Foxes. The girl looks a fair bit like him in the
face. I see it, now that the blood s gone.
And who is this Warren T. Fox? I asked.
He used to be a friend of Fletcher s, the dwarf said.
But they had a falling out a long time ago. Haven t spoken since, to my knowledge.
Jo-Jo stared at Violet, who was still unconscious in the chair. An emotion flickered in the dwarf s pale
eyes. Regret.
I wondered why. Jo-Jo shook her head. More mud mask flaked off her face.
C mon, the dwarf said. Let s make the poor girl comfortable, and I ll tell you what I know.
Since Jo-Jo was stronger than either Finn or me, she picked up Violet, carried the girl into the
downstairs den, and arranged her on an overstuffed sofa. I pulled off Violet s bloody jacket and shoes;
then Jo-Jo covered her with a soft, warm quilt. The dwarf trudged into the downstairs bathroom to wash
the blue mud off her face. I stepped through the doorway that led into the kitchen.
Most people went straight to Jo-Jo s salon when they came to the house, but my favorite room had
always been the kitchen. A skinny room with a rectangular butcher s block table set in the middle
surrounded by several tall stools. Appliances done in a variety of pastel shades ringed three walls, while
the fourth opened up into the den where Violet Fox snoozed. Runelike clouds could be found
everywhere, from the placemats on the table to the dish towels piled next to the sink to the fresco that
covered the ceiling. When I was younger, I used to lie on the kitchen floor for hours and stare at the
painting on the ceiling, pretending the clouds really were moving. One of the few childish fancies I d
allowed myself after the loss of my mother and older sister.
Finn was already in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of chicory coffee. Jo-Jo always kept a pot on in
case Fletcher dropped by. Now that the old man was gone, Finn drank his share and then some. I
breathed in, enjoying the warm, comforting caffeine fumes that always reminded me of Fletcher Lane.
Then I went over to the refrigerator, pulled open the door, and peered inside.
What are you thinking? Sandwiches? Finn asked in a hopeful voice.
No. I m in the mood for something sweet.
I grabbed the butter out of the fridge, then rummaged through the cabinets. Flour, oats, dried apricots,
golden raisins, brown sugar, vanilla. I pulled them out, along with some mixing cups, a baking pan, a
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spatula, and a bowl. Finn settled himself at the kitchen table and drank his coffee while I worked. By the
time Jo-Jo walked back into the kitchen, I was sliding the batter into the oven.
Whatcha making? the dwarf asked, pouring herself a cup of coffee.
Apricot bars, I replied, wiping my hands off on a cloud-covered dish towel. Which I m going to turn
into a poor man s cobbler. They ll be done in a few minutes, which should give you just enough time to
tell us all about Fletcher and Warren T. Fox.
Jo-Jo nodded. She took her coffee to the table and sat down next to Finn. I leaned against the
refrigerator so I could keep an eye on the oven. It just wouldn t do to get the apricot bars too brown.
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