A Mer-Murder at the Cove by S. Usher Evans

Author:S. Usher Evans
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sun's Golden Ray Publishing

Chapter Thirteen

The right thing to do would've been to call up Vinnie, tell him I'd found a piece of evidence they'd missed at the crime scene, and go on my merry way. But as of right now, I didn't think Vinnie could be trusted. For all I knew, he'd chuck this into the trash, or say Lewis had probably dropped it while he was sniffing around that night, looking for the breaking news story. But something told me that this particular card had been in the possession of one dead mermaid, and that Lewis wasn't telling the whole truth about what he knew.

That night, I lay awake on the couch, replaying that night over and over in my mind. Lewis couldn't have been the one to murder her, could he? What could he gain from it? No, it had to be something else. Maybe she was going to him to tell him something about someone, and that someone didn't want that to happen. Maybe it was all a coincidence.

Around two, I gave up trying to sleep and turned on mindless television (yay, internet) until I finally conked out.

However, at dawn, The Shack opened all the blinds and windows, letting in the light and ensuring I wouldn't be able to sleep in. I showered, dressed in another of Big Jo's shirts, and headed to the Enchanted Cat to discuss the latest with Kit and drink a gallon of coffee to wake up.

Only to find it closed.

Of course. It was Sunday. Nothing in Alabama was open Sunday morning except churches. And you wouldn't find any of those in Eldred's Hollow.

I spun on my heel, not terribly hungry but needing to find caffeine if I was going to deal with people all day. I got in my car to drive toward the non-magical town nearby—which would have a better chance of being open at this time of day—but a single broom parked in front of a building at the edge of town stopped me.

The Eldred's Hollow Caller.

"Hm."

The newsroom was a two-story building made of red brick, with a large window out front bearing the newspaper's logo. I assumed Lewis lived in the apartment above, or it held offices like the Enchanted Cat, because the newspaper only took up the bottom floor. Lewis sat at a single desk, reading through a magazine. But all around him, pads and papers were scribbling, and photos were dripping on a line. I supposed magical ones didn't need darkness to develop.

I opened the door, and the bell above tinkled. Lewis jumped, reaching for his wand, as if he were expecting someone to hex him. I honestly kind of wished I could.

"Morning," I said with a smirk.

"Oh, Fates alive. Just you." He put his hand to his heart and released his grip on his wand. Then, as if remembering that I was a potential audience member, a cheesy smile curled onto his face. "Well, good morning to you, Little Jo. To what do I owe the pleasure? Here to

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