Before I could respond, Felix appeared at the counter wearing his Dracula cape and carrying a tray of empty cups. His fangs were still in place, giving his words a slight lisp that he had somehow turned into a charming accent.
"The haunted house just closed early," he announced with obvious satisfaction. "Smoke machine malfunction caused three people to have asthma attacks. Patterson is practically vibrating with joy."
"Anyone seriously hurt?"
"No, just wheezing and dramatically fanning themselves while demanding bottled water." Felix set the tray down and leaned against the counter. "Rebecca's class is not handling the loss well. I heard shouting from their setup area about faulty equipment and sabotage, which is funny because everyone knows their smoke machine has been held together with duct tape and prayer since 2019."
"Rebecca?" Harlow's voice carried a note of curiosity that immediately put me on alert.
