““A crow. My eyes widened, and I ran to the door, calling, “Jeff! Bring me a crow!” Jeff’s head appeared around the edge of the kitchen doorframe. “I beg your pardon?” “We need a crow in Dr. Reynard’s office. Get me a crow.” “You’re not serious.” I glared at him. “You are serious. Be right there.” Jeff withdrew. I did the same. Sloane was still pacing. She glanced my way and asked, “You have an idea, or do you just want to see Jeff get his eyes pecked out? I’m good with either one, I’d just like to know.””
