The next morning, Mickey found herself hovering outside Hildegarde’s house once again, using the spare key to open her front door and cautiously enter.
“Hello?” she called out, remembering with a shiver the sound of breaking alss and heavy footseps from the day before. “Can you hear anything?” she whispered to Clarke and Rupert who were accompanying her.
“Dad will have something in mind,” Constance was saying. “He’ll have a plan A, a plan B – all the way to plan Z. You know he will.” She spoke insistently, as if to convince herself of the truth of her words.
“Of course he will,” Kate agreed, “and I hope it calls for some serious hurrying. I’m getting antsy with all this sitting around.”
Sticky looked at her askance. “You literally dropped out of the sky before lunch, Kate. Do try to be patient.”