Once Upon a Crime (The Sisters Grimm, Book 4) Page 2

  Sabrina said nothing. Instead, she turned away from her family and stared out at the city skyline. The initial joy at seeing her home had disappeared. Now it seemed alien to her.

  "It must be all the traveling," Granny said, rubbing Sabrina's back affectionately. "You girls are hungry and exhausted. We need to get you something to eat. Maybe some hot soup would help."

  There was an uncomfortable silence among the group until Mr. Canis spoke. "First we must find Puck's people. Where is this Faerie?"

  Granny sighed. "Unfortunately, the family journals are a bit thin on the Everafters that settled here. I do know Faerie is hidden somewhere in the city." She fished in her handbag and pulled out an envelope with some writing on it. "And a contact I have sent me this years ago."

  Daphne took the envelope and read aloud, stumbling over some of the words.

  Mrs. Grimm,

  I'm sorry for your loss. Basil was like a father to me. It breaks my heart that I cant be there for Henry or you, worse that I am partially to blame for the tragedy. I hope you know that Jacob and I never believed that my escape from Ferryport Landing would bring anyone harm. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

  I've found Faerie, which is hidden in the Big Apple. I've been invited to stay until I am settled. Oberon is very busy with his kingdom, and Titania, well, I'm sure you've heard the stories about her. Once I've found work and made a little money I'll be off to explore this big world. Until then, if you are ever in

  New York City, drop by the park and tell Hans Christian Andersen a knock-knock joke.

  Love,

  G

  "Who's G?" Daphne asked.

  "An old friend of your father's," Granny said. Sabrina and Daphne shared a knowing look. Their father had been in love with an Everafter before he met their mother, though everyone was tight-lipped about who the Everafter was.

  "Can't we call this G person and get another clue?" Hamstead asked.

  "Perhaps one that makes sense," Canis said.

  "Is there anything else in the envelope?" Daphne asked.

  Granny Relda looked inside. It was empty.

  "We don't have time for this," Mr. Canis grumbled.

  "It's all we have to go on," the old woman replied.

  "Well, let's go find Hans Christian Andersen," Daphne said.

  Granny shook her head. "Daphne, Andersen wasn't an Everafter. He just wrote about them. He died a long time ago."

  "You know that, silly," Sabrina said. "We read it on his statue in Central Park."

  "There's a statue of Hans Christian Andersen in Central Park?" Granny cried. "Sabrina, you're a genius. Can you take us there?"

  Sabrina nodded reluctantly.

  Once they were on their way again, Granny turned in her seat and handed the book she had been reading to Sabrina.

  "You and Daphne should probably go through this," she said. "It's going to tell you everything you need to know about Faerie."

  Sabrina glanced down at the book. It was a play by William Shakespeare, entitled

  A Midsummer Nights Dream.

  Daphne snatched it and flipped through the pages. "What language is this?" she asked.

  "It's English," Mr. Hamstead said. "Old English."

  Minutes later they were over the bridge and cruising through the city's grid of streets and avenues. Book temporarily forgotten, Daphne gawked at the passing sites, pointing out her father's favorite diner and the playground their mother had taken them to on Sunday afternoons. Sabrina wanted to look out the window, too, but her old home was spoiled for her. There were few people who would describe New York City as normal, but now that Sabrina knew Everafters were crawling all over it, it seemed tainted, ugly.

  Traffic was especially bad that afternoon. Christmas was only days away and everywhere shoppers were rushing into the streets carrying huge bags, slowing the family's progress dramatically. But they eventually made their way south through the city, and after much searching, Mr. Canis found a parking spot a few blocks from the park. As the family got out of the car, it rocked back and forth, angrily protesting with a series of backfires and exhaust clouds that caused some of the neighborhood residents to peer out their windows, apparently fearful there was a gun battle going on in the street. The family bundled Puck up in as many blankets as possible and trudged down a snowy sidewalk.

  They made their way to the edge of the park and followed the stone wall until they found an entrance. Sabrina led them down a path that twisted and turned until they came to a man-made pond lined with benches. In the summertime, the pond was used by miniature-boat enthusiasts, who guided their tiny ships across its mirrorlike surface. Sabrina remembered her mother had loved this part of the park. Veronica had brought the girls there on many weekends and they spent hours watching the people walk by.

  "Are you sure this is the place?" Mr. Hamstead asked.

  Sabrina nodded and pointed across the pond. There sat a bronze statue of Andersen himself. Dressed in a suit, tie, and top hat, he was looking down at his most famous story--the ugly duckling.

  "I think your contact is playing a game with us, Relda," Mr. Canis snarled as they approached the statue. He eyed a suspicious-looking man sitting on a nearby bench, sipping from a bottle in a brown paper sack.

  Granny Relda reached into her handbag for her folded directions and reread them aloud. "It says we're supposed to tell a knock-knock joke to Andersen."

  Canis grumbled. "What is a knock-knock joke?"

  "You don't know what a knock-knock joke is?" Daphne cried.

  "He doesn't do jokes," Hamstead said.

  "Well, it goes like this. Knock knock."

  Mr. Canis said nothing.

  "You're supposed to say 'Who's there?'"

  "Why?"

  "You just do," the little girl said.

  Mr. Canis took a deep, impatient breath. "Who's there?" Cows go. Again, Canis was confused.

  "You're supposed to say, 'Cows go who?'" Granny explained. "Fine!" Canis snapped. "Cows go who?"

  "No they don't," Daphne said. "Cows go moo."

  Hamstead snorted with laughter and Granny giggled, but Canis flashed them both an angry look and they stopped.

  "Well, let's give it a try," Granny said as she stepped in front of the statue. "Knock knock."

  Unfortunately, nothing happened.

  "Maybe we shout it?" Hamstead offered, and then started shouting the words as loud as he could. The rest joined him, causing the man on the nearby bench to mumble "freaks," get up, and stagger away.

  "Well, this is real fun," Sabrina grumbled. "Anybody else got an idea before they send the crazy wagon to pick us up?"

  "Where's Daphne?" Granny asked.

  Sabrina glanced around but her sister was gone. "Daphne!" she shouted, feeling a nervous pain in her belly. She hadn't been paying attention when she should have been! Daphne was her responsibility.

  "I do not smell the child," Mr. Canis said.

  "She was standing right here!" Sabrina cried, struggling with her panic.

  Suddenly, Granny smiled and set her hand on the statue. "I've got an idea. Knock knock," she said, and in a blink, she vanished. "I think we've found the front door," Mr. Hamstead said, placing his hand on the statue as well. Canis joined him, shifting Puck in his arms to free a hand. Together the men said the magic words and they disappeared, too, leaving Sabrina alone on the snowy street. She looked into the great writer's face, took a deep breath, and secretly prayed that the family had indeed found a way into Faerie.

  Knowing my luck I'll end up in the belly of a monster that enjoys goofy kid's jokes, she thought.

  She reluctantly took a deep breath, and whispered, "Knock knock."

  And then the statue's head turned to her, gave a big smile, and boomed, "

  Who's there?"

  Chapter 2

  The world went fuzzy, as if Sabrina were looking at wavy lines on an old television. Just as quickly, her vision cleared and she found herself outside an old fashioned-looking
restaurant. A neon sign above the door read THE GOLDEN EGG, and music and laughter could be heard from inside. Her family was nowhere in sight. Sabrina guessed they had gone inside to get out of the blistery cold. Before she could do the same, two chubby men appeared in the doorway. Each had big pink wings like Puck's, though the men were much older. One wore a burgundy tracksuit, the other a pin-striped two-piece. They shoved a short, naked man outside and he tumbled into the snow.

  "How many times have we told you, Emperor? No shoes. No shirt. No service," the fairy in the tracksuit growled. "That means pants, too!"

  "Yeah, this is a respectable establishment," the fairy in the pin-striped suit added. He had a face like a bulldog with hanging jowls and big bushy eyebrows.

  "I am fully dressed!" the Emperor cried. His voice was slurred and he smelled like liquor. "You are just too stupid to see my clothes."

  "The boss has banned you until you learn to obey the dress code!" bulldog-face grunted. He and his partner turned and went back into the bar, leaving the naked man lying in the snow, where he stayed for a few moments until finally crawling to his feet and stomping away. Sabrina could still hear him cursing as he disappeared from sight.

  "That just scarred me for life," Sabrina said. Then she pushed the tavern door open and went inside.

  The Golden Egg was a large, wood-paneled supper club, with tables, a long oak bar, and a fireplace. It had tin ceilings and smelled like steak and potatoes. At the tables sat roughly two dozen people of all shapes and sizes: an ogre played cards with a centaur, a princess quietly talked with six dwarfs, and a couple of men who seemed to be part human and part crow were arguing about politics. More folks were hunkered over tall frothy mugs at the bar, served by a woman with skin the color of coffee. At the back of the room was an enormous man with yellow eyes, playing a grand piano.

  Sabrina scanned the room and quickly spotted her friends and family standing near the bar. She hurried through the crowd, almost tripping over a hedgehog riding a chicken. Perhaps it was the heat from the fireplace, but the Golden Egg was making Sabrina slightly ill. She felt as if she had walked into the pages of a bedtime story.

  "Uh, where are we?" she asked when she joined the others.

  "You're in the Golden Egg, honey," the bartender said as she washed some glasses. She was a pear-shaped woman with an apron wrapped around her waist and big, fluttery eyelashes. Her warm smile helped Sabrina's stomach relax a little. "We don't serve minors but I suspect I could find a glass of soda pop or two."

  "Do you own this place?" Hamstead said over the bar chatter.

  "Nope, I just run the place for the boss. People call me Momma. Haven't seen you in here before. You new in town?"

  "We're looking for the fairy kingdom," Granny Relda said.

  Momma laughed. "You've found it, lady. What's left of it, anyway."

  "That can't be," Granny Relda said.

  Sabrina scanned the room again. The crowd was sparse, and mostly drunk. It certainly didn't look like a fairy kingdom.

  "Hey!" a voice said from below. Sabrina glanced down at her feet and nearly screamed in fright. Looking back at her was a

  walking, talking gingerbread man no more than three inches high. "Watch where you're stepping, kid!"

  Sabrina stared at the little baked good in horror. In the past three months she had talked to a lot of things that weren't supposed to be able to talk back. She was still not used to it and suspected she never would be. Her bellyache returned with a vengeance.

  "What are you looking at?" the gingerbread man said to her. "Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to stare?"

  For once, Sabrina fumbled for words.

  "She's sorry," Daphne offered. "It's not every day you get to talk to a cookie, you know."

  The gingerbread man's brown body suddenly turned red and his icing face crinkled in anger. "Hey! Cookies are round, buster. Do I look like I'm round?"

  "Sorry," Daphne said. "I didn't mean--"

  "That kind of ignorance is why gingerbread people are treated so badly all over the world," he said bitterly. "Just 'cause we all came out of the oven doesn't mean we're made from the same dough!"

  Daphne ducked behind Sabrina.

  "Relax! She didn't mean to offend you," Sabrina said, finally pulling herself together. As she turned to calm her sister, she felt something hard bounce off her head. She whipped around and found the gingerbread man pulling a gumdrop off his chest. There was one already missing--one she was sure was now lodged in her hair.

  "Take that, you bakist!" the little man said.

  "Did you just throw something at me?" Sabrina cried, quickly regaining her wits.

  "Yeah! What are you going to do about it, meat person?" the little baked man taunted.

  "Throw another gumdrop at me and you'll see what I'll do, dough boy," Sabrina hissed. Granny was trying to pull her away when the second gumdrop bounced off of Sabrina's nose.

  "That's it!" she cried as she turned to the bartender. "Give me the biggest glass of milk you've got!"

  The gingerbread man kicked Sabrina in the ankle. Despite his size, it hurt, and Sabrina reached down to grab him. The little man darted away and ran through the bar.

  "Catch me if you can, stupid meat person!" he cried.

  "Girls, leave him alone," Granny said.

  "He started it," Sabrina said, picking the gummy candy out of her hair.

  "Sorry, kid," Momma said from behind the bar. "He looks sweet but he's really hard to swallow."

  The patrons at the bar let out a groan but Momma giggled at her joke like a little girl. "I got a million of them," she said.

  "We have a sick fairy with us," Mr. Canis said impatiently. "He needs medical attention, now. Can you help?"

  Momma pointed to the back of the bar. "Take him that way. The guards will let you in to see the boss."

  "Who's the boss?" Hamstead said.

  Sabrina glanced to the back of the room where the two guards Momma had referred to were standing. They were enormous.

  "You folks really are from out of town," Momma said.

  Granny Relda led the family over to the guards, who stood before two double doors. The men were so big they were nearly popping out of their suits. They wore dark sunglasses even though the bar was dimly lit.

  "Yeah?" one of them growled.

  "We need to see the boss," Granny Relda said.

  "Sorry, lady," the other man said. "No one sees the boss."

  "But--" Granny started to explain.

  "Lady, dems da rules. Now push off."

  "Listen," Mr. Hamstead said. "We were told to come here."

  The guards looked at each other and then clenched their fists. "And I'm tellin' ya to leave," the first one said as he cracked his knuckles.

  "We have a fairy here that needs medical attention," Canis growled.

  The guard pulled the blanket away from Puck's head and then frowned.

  "Absolutely not," he grunted.

  "What?" Sabrina cried. "Why?"

  "Puck is liosta dubh"

  the second snarled.

  "What does that mean?" Daphne asked.

  Sabrina shrugged. She usually knew the words Daphne asked about. She'd never heard liosta dubh before.

  "It means he is unwelcome," the first guard snapped.

  "If he doesn't get help he'll die," Mr. Canis barked.

  "None of my concern. Now move along, geezer," the second guard said, giving Canis a rough shove.

  "Pig, take the boy," the old man said calmly. Hamstead hurried to his side and took Puck in his arms just as the change came over Canis for the second time that day.

  Granny Relda stepped over and rested her calming hand on his shoulder. "Old friend, I'm sure there is another way to--"

  Before the old woman could finish, Mr. Canis's body had filled out his suit with rock-hard muscle. He towered over the guards now, yet they didn't seem at all anxious.

  "Listen, grandpa," the second guard said with a yawn. "Your little changing act don't
impress me none. Move along before things get ugly."

  Canis backhanded the man, sending him soaring across the tavern and smashing against a mirror that hung behind the bar. Bottles and glasses crashed down on the guard's head. Suddenly, the music stopped and all eyes turned to Sabrina and her family and friends.

  "Oh, it's already gotten ugly," Canis snarled.

  Much to Sabrina's surprise, the remaining guard went through a disturbing transformation of his own. His body doubled in size and his skin turned a muddy green. He grew pointy ears like a bat and his lower jaw jutted out past his nose. Two gnarled tusks like those on a saber-toothed tiger rose out of his mouth, and his eyes became as red as blood.

  "Goblins!" Hamstead cried.

  The guard held a knotty club, which he swung into Mr. Canis's chest as if he were trying to hit a home run. The blow was like a tiny annoyance to the old man, and he snatched the weapon away, crushing it into splinters in his furry hand. Then he seized the guard around the neck and lifted him off the ground.

  "The boss will kill you," the first guard cried from behind the bar as he sprang to his feet. He was already changing into a beast as gruesome as his partner.

  "I'd like to see him try," Canis said with a wicked laugh. "Do you think he can stand up to the Big Bad Wolf?"

  A chill raced up Sabrina's back. Mr. Canis was certainly losing control of his alter ego if he was now referring to himself as the Big Bad Wolf.

  "Control yourself, Everafter," bellowed a voice. Four fairies appeared from nowhere and surrounded the family. They were much more like Puck in appearance than the two fairies Sabrina had seen at the tavern door. Each had porcelain skin and blond hair. They all wore jeans, black boots, leather jackets, and ball caps, and would have looked like normal kids if it weren't for their pink wings and the crossbows they leveled at Mr. Canis's head. Each weapon was loaded with a jagged, steel-tipped arrow.

  The leader of the group stepped forward. He had eyes like bright blue diamonds and a head of shaggy hair. His wings fluttered rapidly, as if responding to the tension in the room. He looked no older than Sabrina but had the confidence of a full-grown man.

  "They are trying to get an undesirable in to see the boss," the second goblin croaked as he struggled to free himself from Canis's iron grasp.