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    “What are you doing here?” Tom hissed. “Aren’t you supposed to be back in your immortal repose or whatever you called it?”
    “I wanted to be,” Dexter said in a quiet rumbling voice. “But I have to find Sinister first.”
    “Find who? ”
    “The left knight, the one Lady Gina warned you about. After you left, Sinister awakened. We fought and he evaded me. He is evil,” the knight said. “Although I was placed as a guardian for the future, he was entombed as punishment for his sins and wickedness.”
    “Sins and-and wickedness? What do you mean?”
    “Oh, he has killed many,” said the knight, dropping his head. “And for no reason at all. He is entirely without honor. Worse, I do not know how to find him.”
    “I think I do,” Tom said. He raised his head, listening. He could hear the scream of police sirens and the beating of helicopter blades in the night sky.
    “Wait here,” he told Dexter then climbed back into his bedroom and swiftly dressed. He figured that he had a better chance of seeing Gina alone without disturbing her mother if he didn’t walk through the dark Lautari house. Elena’s home was crowded with chairs, footstools, pouffes and lounges of every type and description, and most level surfaces were covered with knickknacks and tchotchkes. They were better than the most sophisticated burglar alarm system—if he bumped against anything he’d awaken everyone in the house.
    Back outside, he grabbed Dexter’s mailed arm. “Let’s go find the Lady Gina and see if she can put back what’s been disturbed.”
    * * * * *
     
    Elena and Gina lived just a few blocks away from the McCullochs’ big house on Land Park Crescent. Elena’s cottage was more modest than Tom’s home and was located on a side street. Tom was never so happy that he’d spent the night at Gina’s and that the Lautaris lived in a quiet neighborhood. He and Sir Dexter would have presented a curious sight to any onlooker, but in a small side street in calm Land Park, everyone was asleep.
    Tom tucked Dexter behind some camellia bushes at the side of Gina’s house. He slipped around farther to the back and tapped cautiously on the window he thought was Gina’s. After a few moments it opened.
    To his horror, Elena’s tall figure was outlined by candlelight on lace. “Tom? What are you doing out of bed?”
    Tom stuttered, “E-Elena! I’m sorry, I just wanted to talk with Gina for a second—”
    “At this time of night? If you were five years older, I’d understand what you were doing.” Elena sniffed and grabbed her topaz. Tom could see an eerie golden light pulsing out of the jewel. “What are you up to, young man? I smell displacement. I feel magic in the air tonight! Has Gina been fiddling with my spells again?”
    She whipped away from the window and a moment later a light went on in Gina’s room. Tom went to that window and beat frantically on it. “Elena! Elena! Wait! It’s not her fault!”
    Elena opened the window again. She had calmed down considerably and, in fact, was laughing. “Tom, come in. It’s all right. I’m not angry.”
    “B-but you don’t know what we did!” wailed Gina.
    “You have no idea,” said Tom. “Listen, I’m coming in, and I’m bringing Sir Dexter.”
    “What?” two female voices exclaimed.
     
    Running feet thumped across the wooden floors of Elena’s cottage seconds before she opened the door. His metal joints squeaking and squealing, Sir Dexter mounted the stairs to the front porch of the cottage.
    Elena’s brows lifted. She was an experienced modern witch, meaning that she read tarot cards and made charms for the lovelorn. She used her topaz the way others used a scrying mirror, seeing visions in its golden facets. Unlike her bored child, she never felt any particular need to tamper with the fabric of her world, and had never seen anything like Dexter outside the movies.
    Gina regarded the knight with visible pride before eyeing Elena with trepidation.