Chapter 113

Mayhem snorts. “You’ve met Willow.” 

Dad frowns. “What does that mean?” 

“She lives in a commune.” 

“That doesn’t mean she doesn’t understand money.” 

“She arrived in a half-dead blue Beetle wearing eight bracelets and talking about tarot cards.” 

“Seven,” I say. “Seven silver bracelets.” 

Mayhem turns to me. “You counted?”