Spring 1990 – The Return of the Knife Angel


Stacy said, “Third times the charm, right?”

I nodded uncommittedly. “So I have heard,” I said.

Stacy half frowned, half smiled. “But you’re going to tell me that you’re old enough to know that’s bullshit?”

I mirrored her expression. “Why would I want to ruin a good superstition? Let me add another – it is the two of us against the one of him. The odds are in our favor.”

The smile became her dominant expression. “Two pretty angels against pure evil? Yeah, we’ll win this one.”

Nonetheless, I thought, I’m keeping my fingers crossed and saying a prayer to my grandmother.