3-Book Series Bundle: Wisteria Witches, Wicked Wisteria, Wisteria Wonders - Cozy Witch Mysteries by Angela Pepper

Author:Angela Pepper [Pepper, Angela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-01-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

The man in the attic window had unevenly cut gray hair and old-fashioned square glasses. His rectangular face looked even skinnier than it had appeared in his newspaper photo—gaunt, even—and his hooded eyes resembled dark holes. The darkness made me uneasy, bringing to mind the disturbing vision I'd had that morning at the hairdresser's.

I shivered, my leaves rustling around me. Now, as the sun was setting and the day was turning to night, the morning's errands and pleasant walk outside felt like memories from another lifetime.

The man looked my way, seemingly right at me despite my bush disguise. He looked sickly, but very much solid and alive. I held my breath, forcing myself to trust the bush disguise and not give myself away by running. After several agonizingly long seconds, he stepped back, disappearing from sight.

As soon as he was gone, I began doubting my own eyes. The figure in the upper window had looked like Mr. Finance Wizard all right, but Perry Pressman couldn't have been there in flesh and blood. It couldn't be him. When I'd seen the man at the library on Monday, he'd turned into a wisp of smoke and traveled up my nostril into my head. Flesh and blood people didn't do that. Or did they? There was so much I had to learn about magic.

I looked over at my aunt and waved to get her attention.

She hadn't knocked on the door yet. She had opened the household's mailbox and was sorting through the envelopes, in no hurry at all.

Our plan was for her to pass herself off as an old college friend of Perry Pressman's. She would inquire about his whereabouts to see what Josephine knew. She would improvise something, perhaps fainting, as a means of getting invited inside the home. Once in there, she would snoop around and continue asking questions. We hoped she would get some tip that explained the family's apparent involvement with books and tattoos erasing themselves. If all went according to plan, she would ascertain what business of Perry's might remain unfinished.

That was Plan A, anyway.

We also had a Plan B. If Perry's ghost suddenly took possession of me, we would switch to Plan B. He might take control and make me barge my way into the house. If that happened, Zinnia would quickly change her tune, claiming me as her unstable niece who'd recently suffered a concussion. She'd hide the truth in plain sight, skipping over the part about us being witches and jumping straight to the part about me getting visited by spirits in need of closure.

We didn't have a Plan C, unless you counted running to the car and driving away quickly as a plan.

What we hadn't discussed was my aunt going through the Pressmans' mail.

I had to tell her Perry Pressman was upstairs, so I whisper-yelled, “Psst, come here.”

The patchy-haired old man who was my aunt waved a hand at me and continued sorting through the contents of the home's mailbox. After a moment, Man-Zinnia turned to where I was hiding and mouthed something.

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