Now the Wishing Ball
cooperated again, and the images of the night Angela was pushed through the
painting flashed across its surface. Maurice nearly whistled his appreciation when
the image split into four, showing different angles and vantage points in the
shop, from late in the afternoon of the incident, up until he pulled Angela out
of the painting and the intruders left the shop, using Holly to get through the
magical protective net that tried to keep them inside. Obviously, the net and
the Wishing Ball had been conferring, and they had picked up some tricks from
Guber's monitoring gizmo.
Even with the
advantages of fast-forward and judicious editing--also borrowed from Guber's
gizmo--it took nearly two hours to show everything to Asmondius. All the hot
chocolate was gone, and he hadn't hesitated to snap his fingers and bring in
the really strong stuff: jars of hot fudge sauce, and spoons to eat directly out
of the warmed jars. Maurice appreciated that, but this sign of how seriously
Asmondius took all of this put off his appetite.
"There are a number of Fae living in this town now, are there not?" Asmondius said, after the images faded from the Wishing Ball, and he had continued to sit staring at the darkened surface for another ten, fifteen minutes. He didn't even look into the jar of hot fudge as he scraped the sides and thoughtfully sucked the spoon clean.
"Yeah. Angeloria--she's planning on marrying a Changeling, Brick. He's still learning the tricks. One of the descendants of the founder of the town. Then there's Harry, who's planning to set up shop doing investigations and inventing. He's settling down with Bethany, a local. She's got both guardian blood and Fae blood making things really crazy for her. She's been going back and forth between here and Hollywood, shutting down her career and dealing with crazies, but they're in town right now. Then there's Guber and Epsi. They're working on solving the whole poisoned chocolate riddle."
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