Why hadn't my Knowing kicked in? I tried to concentrate, closing my eyes to press it into service. But no luck.
Then I remembered something. “Oh!” I said.
“What?” Rick said.
“I need to call Constance!”
“Who's Constance?”
“My sister-in-law. You know, the one whose house you two barged into last night?” I accused.
“We didn't barge in. We saved your tush from that demon posing as your grandmother.”
“Oh, I need to call her too. But—”
“But what?”
“What if she's dead?”
“Who? Your sister-in-law?”
I clicked my tongue impatiently. “No. My grandmother.”
“Why would she be dead?”
“Because of the demon!”
A woman's eyes flicked up at me on the other side of the earring carousel.
I shut my mouth and looked down. Oh, fudge.
Having seen her staring, Rick said, “Well, you know the last show
