Jamaica is fast asleep when we lock the motel room, snoring away while he enjoys whatever dream he is having.
We head out to meet Theresesa Kroon. The walk isn't long, but we had to twist and turn several times before we found the bridge that split Georgy in two, the residence area and the business area.
While they are not called that per se, it's convenient when you want to locate a person. I don't live in Georgy – I don't have a permanent address – so I don't wander into the residence area a lot. I usually frequent the other area more since I do business here, like with Claude.
When Claude told me to that Theresesa lives across Tico, I died a little inside. I only have a vague recollection where that mechanic lives, having visited him once with Raquel.
But when I pass the same street for the fourth time is when I regret not asking Claudette for directions.
Where the hell is Tico's home? Did he remodel? Repaint? Reconstruct? My memory is not shit and when I tried to convince him that the sky is blue because of physics and not because the sea hangs in the air, the only thing that was bright was his orange house.
It amazes me how he can be a genius when it comes to cars, but not with common sense.
I give a frustrated grunt when I pass the same building for the fifth time.
"Where the hell is your house, you stupid vehicle repairer?" I mutter, looking around the place. I decide to go around again, maybe this time-
Nao draws my attention when he pulls my hand.
"What does the house look like?" he asks.
"It's a bright orange thing... maybe he repainted, but I would've been able to recognize the design. The house is weirdly curved and has a lot of pines around... the... front lawn..." I feel like an idiot when Nao points at the house we're standing in front off and across the street resides another house with Kroon scribbled on a wooden plate.
My laugh is weak when I pull Nao across the barren street to the white house. I notice how the trees are balding in preparation for winter, giving the houses in this area a creepy glaze.
I push the button near the plate and wait for an answer. Not even a second later a woman's face peeks through the front door, looking at us from a distance.
"Um... is this Theresesa Kroon's house?"
"Yep!" A long woman with strong jaws steps outside. She stands like a model, and points to herself. "Theresesa is me." She has an accent I can't place.
"Um, we've come here for your service?" It's not like I can shout in bright daylight that I'm here to get something magical from her, and if I were to do that I'm sure a goon from the S-Organization – enforcers to make sure supernaturals stay hidden – will teleport behind me and kidnap me.
I speak from experience.
Her eyebrows scrunch up as she regards us, before widening and sneaking her hand inside her house. The iron door we're standing in front of opens, revealing paved stepping stones that make their way to the house' entrance.
"Please come in," she says, "we can talk more comfortably inside."
The inside of her house is nice and sophisticated, a European feel to it. A chandelier hangs from the curved ceiling in the living room, highlighting the leather sofa that sits in the center of the room.
Theresesa smiles and puts her hand out like a butler would do, indicating us to sit.
When I'm all comfortable and Theresesa is snug in front of us, I speak. "You have a nice house." She lets her proud gaze speak for itself and I'm a little put off by how she stares at us, intent on knowing what's under our skins.
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Run Away With Me
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