Kids and I don’t get along. Never have. They cry. They’re needy. Don’t even get me started on the smell. Then a baby lands on my doorstep—FAE Investigations—with her elfin parents. They claim a demon wants her. My first thought is, “Let the demon have her.” It would save them so much hassle. But I take the case anyway. Then I discover things aren’t as simple as they look. Sure, a demon wants the baby, but for good reason. This baby may turn out to be the worst type of kid.