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nothing.”
    “But sometimes she was right?”
    “Sometimes.”
    “Well witches are right more times than your
mother, and Pricilla is right more times than most witches.”
    “ I guess I’d better not
sit too close to anyone then,” he joked, but Miss Kensington failed
to see the humor in this remark. Something was clearly bothering
her. “I guess you don’t have a photo of Pandora in you secret mug
book?”
    “No,” Miss Kensington said. “But I know
where you might find a picture of her.”
    “Where?”
    “Drive over to the
Transylvania City Raven building on Hangman’s Street. Ask to see Lou
Mitchell.”
    “Who’s he?”
    “A longtime photographer for the paper. When
the zeppelin from the U.R.R.K. came here twenty two years ago, a
lot of photographs were taken of it and the refugees arriving here.
They should have a file of them still. Lou will know where to find
it. Tell him it’s a favor for Miss Kensington. Just so you’ll know
and keep it under your hat – Lou’s the one that secretly takes
pictures for my witches’ mug book.”
    “I’ll do that.”
     
    Tom drove back to town and dropped Miss
Kensington off and then had one stop to make before he would go to
see Lou Mitchell.
    As he passed Mulberry, Tom saw the street
was barricaded off on both ends of the block now and the demolition
crane had been finished being put together. He was curious to know
why the street right next to the TCPD building was blocked off if
they were going to be working toward the other side of the block.
So he decided to stop and ask when he spotted the supervisor.
    “Did they ever tell you what this crane has
been brought here for?” he asked.
    “No,” he said. “My company just rents out
the cranes. What they do with them is their business.”
    “Who rented the crane?”
    “Heck if I know. All I was told was to have
everything ready to go by 12 o’clock. All I’m waiting on is for the
wrecking ball to be delivered and to make sure whoever rented this
thing, that they got a licensed crane operator to operate it. I
can’t give them the key until then.”
    “Nobody has showed up yet?” Tom asked
looking around.
    “Not yet.”
    “ Well, thanks,” he said,
heading back to his car. “Good luck.”
    “It’s the oddest thing,” the foreman said
looking around for someone coming to meet him.
     
    Tom got back in his car and drove two blocks
to the City Hall building and parked. As he started up the
sidewalk, he spotted Inspector McElroy coming toward him,
apparently coming back from an early lunch.
    “ Hey Mac,” he said. “Do
you know where the office is inside here where a witch would go to
get a permit to be in the city?”
    “It’s down in the basement,” McElroy said.
“You want me to show you?”
    “Sure.”
    “You working on a case?” McElroy asked as
they went up the steps of the building.
    “Not really. You heard about the prince and
princess coming here?”
    “Every time I walk by the typist pool.”
    “Well a witch that was exiled from there
twenty two years ago – her name is Pandora, Red wants me to track
her down so he can talk to her.”
    “I see,” McElroy said as they went through
the doors and then down the stairs. At the bottom of the staircase
they turned down a long hallway.
    “I heard you have security detail at the
Hotel Triumph tomorrow night,” Tom mentioned. “Are you going to
take a date with you?”
    “I’m thinking I’ll just go alone.”
    “Might be more fun if you asked someone to
go with you,” Tom said as they entered a small, dank office with a
wood counter that ran the full length of the room.
    “I wouldn’t know who to ask.”
    A young, fairly attractive girl greeted them
at the counter. She smiled at them like she meant it and she just
seemed to be bubbling with excitement. “We don’t get many men in
here,” she said. “Especially not handsome, young ones like you
two.”
    Tom showed her his detective badge. “Maybe
you can help us,” he