I ran back to Evelyn’s, ignored Ranger’s attempt to bite me, and burst into the shop. Evelyn jumped, scattering a handful of bristles to the floor, then putting a hand to her chest.
“Don’t you have manners, Shamus? Near enough scared the spirit out of me.”
“Sorry, Evelyn. I got excited. Feathers.”
“Feathers!” I held out one of the errant feathers.
I went over to the jars of fingerprint powders and lightly dipped the feather in, then proceeded to shake it over the table. It was hard to see from just the one feather, so I had to repeat it a few times.
It works. Better than fox and badger. This is it!
I smiled and put the feather down on the table authoritatively. “Feathers,” I declared.
“What kind? Hen, duck, goose, or swan, or maybe something more exotic.”
I opened my mouth, then closed it.
Shit. Gotta do more testing.