Cecilia's face froze.
Maybe you'd expect it came from terror or awe or divine revelation after what she experienced until now, but no. It was because her brain simply... stopped processing. Let's explain what she saw.
The vehicle parked at the edge of the cemetery, half-hidden under the drooping branches of an old oak tree, was a Daihatsu Hijet.
A mini truck. A tiny, adorable, practical mini truck. It was the sort of vehicle a friendly neighborhood florist might use to deliver potted plants. The sort of vehicle that looked like it should have a smiling cartoon character painted on the side.
It was, in no conceivable universe, the sort of vehicle that two ancient gods should be using to transport themselves and a stolen grave gem through the mortal world.
Cecilia stared at it. The mini truck stared back with its round, bug-eyed headlights.
