Chapter 259

"Let me guess, you want tears from a virgin guarded by a sleeping dragon. Or no." I snapped my fingers. "A unicorn dwelling up the ass of an ogre."

"One of Rabbi Mandelbaum's tzitzit," Baskerville said.

Ms. Clara frowned. Well, she gave off a frowny vibe. I couldn't really tell in that face mask. "Why do you want one of his knotted tassels?"

"My client wants it. I don't ask questions."

Mandelbaum wasn't going to hand over one of the tzitzit attached to the corner of his poncho-like prayer shawl, and given he wore this mini tallit under his shirt, would probably notice if I tried to cut one off.

"It's a really nice Vashar," I said. "Shiny, never used, brimming full of dark witch power."

"I think not."

It's not like tzitzis were rare. I could buy one and pass it off as the rabbi's.

"I'll know," Baskerville said.

"What?"

"I'll smell if it's the rabbi's. You humans are very easy to read." He glanced at Ms. Clara's mask. "Some of you."