Grand Theft Auto

against me. “I’ll be gone to Monroe by the time you get home, I suppose. Thanks, Cousin.” Sam came to stand beside me as Claude went out the door. “Elvis has left the building,” he said dryly. “No, I haven’t seen him in a while,” I said, definitely on auto-mouth. Then I shook myself. “Sorry, Sam. Claude’s one of a kind, isn’t he?” “I haven’t seen Claudine in a while. She’s a lot of fun,” Sam said. “Claude seems to be . . . more typical of the general run of fairies.” There was a question in his voice