car veil

“You mean they picked this car out of all the other traffic?” she asked, her tone dry. “What are the odds?”
I grunted. “One more reason to get off the street, pronto.”
“Relax,” she said. “I started veiling the car as soon as we passed the police. If someone was following you before, they aren’t now. Catch your breath, Harry. We’ll be there soon.”
I blinked, impressed. Veils were not simple spells. Granted, they were sort of a specialty of Molly’s, but this was taking it up a notch. I didn’t know whether I could have covered the entire Caddy with a veil while driving alertly and carrying on a conversation. In fact, I was pretty sure I couldn’t.
Grasshopper was growing up on me.


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