I had plenty of opportunities to follow up on Barton"s request to know more about potential revenant activity. Over the next week, I drove to Atlanta to grab clothes and make sure my house still stood. I also needed time to myself in a house without other gargoyles in it. My mother and Micah exchanged knowing glances whenever I did or said anything particularly authoritative, and I had to take breaks from their hope and my resistance. At least in Atlanta I could pretend to be the old me, Lawrence Gordon the veterinarian, but I found my old life didn"t fit like it had. My best friends were gone. Kestrel had moved to an apartment in Athens, and the semester would start in a few weeks. I thought about reaching out to Professor Grand-Pied to see if he wanted to meet up for beers, but I left hi
