The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Judging from its name alone, Fettle Clinic was an unassuming place.

As such, Frank was not surprised to find the clinic in a remote corner of the suburbs, just past the fringes of Lake Cove.

It was evening, but every door and window of the clinic was shut, as if closed for businesses.

Still, Frank's sharp hearing could pick up the voices inside.

He was alone, and it was a familiar face at that-it was Hardy Xinder!

Narrowing his eyes, Frank leapt agilely up to the second floor and slipped inside from a venting window.

Hardy, whose hair was now completely white, was sitting by a desk and asking into the antique rotary phone, "Hey, what's going on here? You're saying that there have been problems in Zamri, but what am I doing here?"

"What? A trap? What the hell are you talking about?!"

Hardy sounded clearly impatient and was even holding the phone as he paced around. "Damn it, Yaga-so what are you playing at?! Shouldn't the Lane family be going after Frank Lawrence's head by now?! And with your relatives in Bralog getting on his case too, he's not going to get away, is he?!"

"Wait, he's coming? Are you kidding me?!"

Hardy snapped furiously over the phone, he felt a chill

looked down and, before he knew it, found a knife

petrified to speak or turn to look who it was, he stammered as he said the name

knew I'd be

restrain Hardy, but his

"It really is you!"

turned pale he was skeptical about Baba Yaga's words earlier,

was truly omnipotent, finding him in

Frank demanded, "Talk! Where's Baba Yaga,

and he

because I'm looking for her too! That hag was the one who called me

"Wait, this is bad..."

a pang of

"Kikiki... Hello, Frank Lawrence."

bizarre laughter rang over Hardy's phone. "I knew you'd make it as soon as lost contact with Borc. don't know how you found out who I am,

"What-"