Dammit, Brad. Jared had really wanted to give his brother the benefit of the doubt, but here was the evidence that he was the one who cursed the town.
"Brad! It's Jared. Wake up!" Jared shook his shoulder.
"You may want to give the thief a second." An old woman no more than five feet tall stepped out from behind the dumpster, leaning heavily on her pink walker. The tennis balls covering the walker’s feet glided along without gathering a speck of grime. "That bastard tried to steal my rowena cube." She fingered a blue stone at her neck. "The little s**t wouldn’t know a real spell if it stole his socks.” She chuckled, the sound seeming to come from a place far deeper than her tiny frame would seem to allow. "He won't be getting up for another couple of minutes."
“He tried to mug you? Are
