Look under the passenger seat in a black plastic bin. There should be a book.”
Raphael hopped out, dug under the seat, and pulled out a dog-eared copy of The Almanac of Mystical Creatures.
“Got it,” I said into the phone.
“Page seventy-six.”
Raphael flipped the book open and held it up. On the left page a lithograph showed a three-headed dog with a serpent for a tail. The caption under the picture said CERBERUS.
“Is that your dog?” Kate asked.
“Could be. How the heck did you know the exact page?”
“I have perfect memory!”
I snorted.
She sighed into the phone.
“I spilled coffee on that page and had to leave the book open to dry it out. It always opens to that entry now.

Auteur: Ilona Andrews

Look under the passenger seat in a black plastic bin. There should be a book.”<br /> Raphael hopped out, dug under the seat, and pulled out a dog-eared copy of The Almanac of Mystical Creatures.<br /> “Got it,” I said into the phone.<br /> “Page seventy-six.”<br /> Raphael flipped the book open and held it up. On the left page a lithograph showed a three-headed dog with a serpent for a tail. The caption under the picture said CERBERUS.<br /> “Is that your dog?” Kate asked.<br /> “Could be. How the heck did you know the exact page?”<br /> “I have perfect memory!”<br /> I snorted.<br /> She sighed into the phone.<br />“I spilled coffee on that page and had to leave the book open to dry it out. It always opens to that entry now. - Ilona Andrews




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