“Where’s Fran?” I asked lightly. He chuckled. “You know, she’d really kill you if she heard you calling her that.” I shrugged. She can try. “She got called into work. Apparently there was a Nymph sighting in east Tucana. The anonymous caller was very insistent,” he said, tilting his head innocently and my mouth fell open. “You didn’t?” “I did.” He barked a laugh.
