CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED and FIFTY-NINE
“You are his . . . blood,” Gilfand gave a soft shake of his head. “She’s not going to like that.”
“I would think she would love to see her own descendants,” Celia said.
“Too much grief,” Gilfand shook his head. “You sure you want to . . .?”
“My wife is having my sons tonight,” Jacob said. “If we don’t break this curse . . .”
“Yes, Rosenthal told me,” Gilfand nodded. “There is supposed to be one other.”
They looked around the sandy boat launch. Jacob pointed toward the beginning of the boat ramp and they climbed up the stone masonry ramp. They stopped at the top to look around. The gargoyle landed on the low stone wall.
“He’s coming,” Gilfand pointed to a man getting out of a parked car. “He is a Celt.”
They had to jump back to get out of the way when the gargoyle took off. He made quick time to where the man was walking toward them. The man and the gargoyle had a terse argument as the man walked and the gargoyle flew toward them.
“Hallo,” the man smiled. He held out his hand, “I’m James Kelly. You know my brothers Cian and Johnny.”
“Jacob, Valerie, and my father Sam,” Jacob shook James’s hand. “I thought you went by Jimmy.”
“Only to my baby brother,” James said. He gestured to the gargoyle, “This your flying rat?”
Gilfand hissed at James.
“Seems to belong to Fand,” Sam said.
“The fairy queen, Fand? I see,” James said. “Seth told me something of your quest. Frankly, I only came to see how you managed to illegally enter the United Kingdom. Any of you have a passport on you?”
Jacob, Valerie and Sam shook their heads.
“Where did you come from then?” James asked.
Jacob turned to gesture toward the sewer pipe they’d emerged from. It had vanished. He gave Valerie a worried look. James followed his gesture, and noted Jacob’s look to Valerie.
“There’s clearly more to this than meets the eye,” James said. He looked at Celia. “Are you going to introduce the ghost?”
“You can see her?” Sam asked.
“I’m Irish,” James said. “I see everything. Whether or not I acknowledge it is another thing?”
He sneered at the gargoyle. Gilfand returned the disdain.
“This Celt cannot come with us,” Gilfand asserted.
“This Celt has to go with them,” James said. “Because this Celt has to keep track of them, and keep them from running afoul with the local authorities.”
“The Celt will destroy everything,” the gargoyle said.
“If by ‘destroy everything’ you mean, keep them out of prison, then you are correct little rat,” James said. “It’s your choice – I can take them now or . . .”
Gilfand hissed at James.
“This is my mother, Celia Marlowe Lipson,” Jacob said.
“Ma’am,” James said. “Why are you here?”
“We’re cursed,” Valerie started. “Our boys are . . . I lost mine and . . .”
“I read that,” James blushed and looked away. He glanced back at Valerie, “I’m a bit of a fan. Love your latest, by the way.”
Valerie gave him a dazzling smile, and he wilted. The gargoyle scowled.
“Jake’s wife, Jill is pregnant with twin boys,” Valerie said. “If we can lift the curse, we remove the threat to her life.”
“Wait, Jill . . . Jacob . . . You wouldn’t happen to be Alex’s contractor?” James asked. “Father of Paddy’s best friend, Katy?”
“Guilty as charged,” Jacob smiled.
“You’re practically family,” James said. “I spent an evening last Christmas completely charmed by Katy. She’s wonderful.”
“Celts,” Gilfand hissed and rolled his eyes.
Valerie scowled at Gilfand and he shrugged.
“What do you know?” James asked.
“Seth said that we should go to a Castle Rushen,” Sam said. “We need to talk to a ghost there.”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…