Chapter 13
I pushed away from hands that tried to grasp me, flinging my coat back to once more bring my wand up at the ready.
But the hands hadn't been trying to pin me. They had only been trying to steady me. And the owner of the hands, a familiar-looking boy of maybe twelve, raised them both as if in surrender when he saw my wand.
"I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!" he pleaded.
"Don't I know you?" I asked. Some of the onlookers from the previous fistfight were still standing together at the end of the alley, and a few were looking our way, but I didn't put my wand away. Let them think whatever they liked.
"I'm Benny, I drive for Mr. Mayer,” he said, hands still up in the air. "And you're Miss Clarke. I drove you to that crazy lady's house."
"Yes!" I said, recognizin
