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missing fairies, who’d probably bite my kneecaps if I ever found them. Some days it paid to stay in bed.
    “It’s him.” Two of the bigger, drunker fairies pointed at me, their wings in full flutter. Dust flew in all directions. A bad sign. I wasn’t looking for a fight. Hell, the last thing I needed right now was to electrocute a bunch of winged devils.
    But I would if it came down to it.
    I smiled at the thought as electrical current arced through me.
    Right must’ve noticed my sudden glee, for he grabbed my arm, shocking us both, him literally as well as in a more figurative sense. “Ow,” he complained, releasing my arm.
    I winced. “Sorry about that.”
    “You’ll be sorrier if we don’t leave right now,” he said, motioning to a growing and equally angry mob of fairies. There must’ve been fifty of them, wings aflutter. A toxic cloud of fairy dust rose from the group, indicating my peril. As much as I wanted to stay and electrocute the boisterous lot of them, Right was right. I hadn’t come to Fairyland to cause a riot. I was here to actually help the winged degenerates now throwing rocks my way.
    When a rock nicked the side of my face, I allowed Right and Left to hustle me away from danger. Which was easier said than done, as the crowd now reached into the hundreds. Didn’t fairies work? Then it hit me. Today was Fairy Independence Day, the same day, more than a hundred years ago, that the first Isabella Davis, Izzy’s great-grandmother, had freed the fairies from their Shadows.
    I shook my head. No wonder these guys were so fired up, not to mention three wings to the wind. I should’ve guessed. Clayton was one smart fairy. He couldn’t have picked a better day to hold his fund-raiser; add in Izzy, the great-granddaughter of Isabella the first, and the former Tooth Fairy to boot, and he’d rake in the campaign contributions tonight.
    No way in hell would I let him use Izzy again.
    Not while there was electricity still left in my body.
    Not too surprisingly, the rest of my day in Fairyland didn’t go much better than the first part. Every nondrunken fairy I approached claimed no knowledge of anything amiss in Fairyland, let alone a rash of missing compatriots. And every drunken fairy tried to knock my teeth in, and usually wound up rocked by fifty thousand volts for their trouble.
    Right and Left proved useless to boot.
    They didn’t even try to protect me from those drunken attacks.
    When I said as much, holding a hand to the bite wound on my thigh, Right just looked at me and smiled. “Isabella asked us to protect you from death.”
    I frowned. “So why aren’t you helping me?”
    “She didn’t say anything about stopping you from getting a well-deserved ass kicking.”
    “Fair enough,” I said, shocking a fairy with orange wings and equally bright carrot-colored eyebrows who was leaping up and down, trying to punch me in the teeth. His small body went rigid, and then he dropped to the concrete. I stepped over him, continuing on my quest to find any fairy willing to talk to me.

CHAPTER 14
    T hree hours later, after a few attempts to learn anything from the fairies, I blew out a sigh along with a stream of cigarette smoke. I’d approached at least fifty fairies, but not one would talk to me, let alone discuss what they considered fairy business. I was an outsider. I always had been, and I always would be. Most of the time this fact didn’t bother me. I liked being a lone wolf. But I needed help to find the missing fairies before someone dusted them to death. Since the fairies weren’t talking, I had to think outside the fairy box.
    That left me with one alternative. And not a good one at that. There was only one person in all of New Never City with her sheep in every dirty deal—Little Bo Peep. Considering our history, calling her for information wasn’t the brightest move.
    But Bo was a businesswoman at heart. She would sell her entire flock to a slaughterhouse for the right price.