A witch.
Red had to be high on something.
Oh, and Amara, too. She was in on it. They both walked with me out of the alley and insisted we stay quiet until we got to Red's car—ten minutes away. But as soon as I got in the passenger seat, I didn't intend to stop laughing.
"She's lost it," said Amara from the backseat as my laughter grew.
But Red didn't say anything. He just opened the glove compartment.
When I saw the steel disk in there, my laughter died all by itself.
"I met with the guy about this."
The words hung in the air, refusing to make sense to me.
"He recognized it. Said it was the Reaper String," Red said.
"So it's not a yoyo?" He didn't even blink. "What the hell is a Reaper String?"
"The Reaper String. It's a very powerful enchanted item," he said, half a smile on his face.
"But we already knew that. Haworth only collects very powerful enchanted items." We'd already discussed this. "What does it do?"
