Melissa's expression was somewhat inscrutable in the headlights. She let out a long sigh. "I haven't had any contact with the Grimm family in a long time, but at least now I know why the Hexenbiests targeted us."
"What did you say? Hexenbiests? What are they doing in Portland?" Labe's expression changed in alarm.
"I'd like to know too, but our ability only lets us sense approaching malice. They used a few tricks, so by the time I noticed, it was already too late."
The woman turned to head into the woods. Labe hurriedly tried to stop her. "Wait, Melissa. Can you tell me what exactly happened?"
Melissa turned to look at him, her gaze unreadable. "I told you, I don't know either. But that doesn't matter anymore. It's time to fight back."
Before the Bear Wesen lawyer could speak again, her figure vanished into the dark woods. At the same time, a low buzzing rose, then faded into the distance.
A week passed in a flash. One of the things Aunt Mary had left Nick as his "inheritance," the RV that had once been packed with all sorts of strange objects, had been converted into a street food truck and polished until it gleamed.
All the antique furniture inside had been moved into the house's basement. Nick had even cleared a small area specifically for storing those bottles of potions with dubious ingredients.
"Much as I believe in those dishes of yours, can this food truck business really work if you leave everything to this kid?" Hancock asked, watching Hansen practice tossing food in a wok in the backyard early that morning.
"He said he wanted to do it, and he works hard enough. That's enough."
To be honest, Nick hadn't noticed any particular talent for cooking in Hansen.