As she walked down the steps, he thought he saw a swaddled-up bundle of twigs in her arms. Corny stepped out of the way and caught it before it slammed closed. "The address is right." Kaye held up her arm to show him what he'd written.Ī woman with red-rimmed eyes and frizzy hair stepped out onto the landing, letting the door swing behind her. "This isn't really the place, is it?" Corny asked. They walked back and forth on the street, checking numbers until they came to a short building with a glossy black door. Kaye took a deep breath as she stepped out, and he saw human color cover her green cheeks. Out beyond the park, the river glistened, reflecting the lights of the city.
"He wants us to head over to the address he gave you.”Ĭorny parked in front of a metered spot, figuring he could move the car later. Kaye pulled the phone out of Corny's hands. "She wants to leave tonight," Corny repeated into the phone. When she held it out, he took it and her arm. Kaye reached into her pockets and came up with a pen. "Hold on." Corny fumbled for something to write with. Tell her to come over here in the morning and we can go. "And yeah, I'm supposed to take a girl upstate. "Yeah, that's me." The boy's tone made it hard for Corny to decide if he really meant it. "So, wait, you are the Fixer?" Corny said, and smiled when Kaye looked over impatiently. "You still haven't told me what you want," the boy said. The line went quiet, and Corny winced at how lame he sounded. Maybe I dialed wrong." He made wide eyes at Kaye.
"What you want?" It was a young man's voice, soft and angry. There was nothing human about her.Īs they crossed the street, Corny's phone rang. Sometimes it was tiring trying not to stare at her delicate hands or her miniature bird-black eyes. "We'll come for you as soon as we can," Corny called, but he was relieved.
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