“I've got a problem,” I said to Jack over the phone. I sat in Old Mr. Chalmers' kitchen having some coffee. I had a feeling he'd slipped some whiskey into it as I was a little warmer than usual and was caring less about the escaped snake by the minute.
“Plumbing or personal?” he asked.
“That's a new take on the question. Usually I get 'personal plumbing problem'?”
I heard Jack chuckle through the phone. “I can help with that, too.”
I rolled my eyes. “I asked for that. Anyway, neither personal nor plumbing. Nor personal plumbing. Jasper, the snake, got out of his terrarium in Violet's house.”
There was a pause. “So just put him back.”
“Are you insane? It's a snake! I have no idea where it is in the house and...and it's a snake!” I was waving my arms wildly about as I talked.
“Okay. I
