Page 20 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
Lie.
A vision crossed my mind’s eye, and I sucked in a breath.
A cage filled with a brown ball of fur curled up in the corner—was that a gremlin?—was forced into a brown cardboard box while the little creature shook with fear.
“Why are we putting them in boxes? They’re already in cages,” a strange voice asked from behind.
“Do you really wanna risk someone seeing them if you’re pulled over?”
Paul Ferguson’s voice rang loud and clear before the vision floated away.
I shook my head, trying to get rid of the memory so I could concentrate on the here and now.
“For three nights in one week?” The tone of Higgins’s voice told everyone exactly how ridiculous he thought that was.
The man shrugged. “It was a lot of bad food. Couldn’t fit it all in one load.”
Fear, guilt, stress, delight. Deception.
Lie.
“How long have you been using this company?” Higgins sighed and shuffled his paperwork, acting as if he didn’t know the name of it even though I had no doubt he’d memorized every word, every photo, in that file. “Uh… Faerie Friends Food Supply.”
“A few years. Maybe two or three, I dunno. I’d have to check my paperwork.”
Fear, guilt, stress, delight. Deception.
Lie.
Higgins pointed at a photo. “What are the names of your delivery workers?”
Ferguson rolled his eyes. “Do you know the names of everyone who delivers crap to your door? I have no idea who they are.”
Fear, guilt, stress, delight. Deception.
Lie.
“Where did you find this company?”
“No idea. Someone must’ve recommended them or something.”
Fear, guilt, stress, delight. Deception.
Lie.
Even though I knew Higgins knew this guy was lying, I still pulled out my phone and texted him.
Me: Everything he’s said so far is a lie. They were taking faeries out of the sanctuary. There are cages hidden inside those boxes.
I knew he wouldn’t question how I knew that. He trusted that I’d give him accurate information. But unfortunately, nothing I felt or saw was admissible in court. But at least it gave us a clearidea of what was going on… and hopefully how to stop these monsters.
Higgins read my text but didn’t reply, obviously.
“We know you were taking faeries out of your sanctuary and hiding them in those boxes.”
The man scoffed. “You have no proof of that because it’s a straight-up lie.”
Glee, glee, glee. Deception.
