A Twisted Tune: A California Fae Cozy Mystery (Pixie Twist Mysteries Book 2) by Alyn Troy

Author:Alyn Troy [Troy, Alyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2021-05-07T16:00:00+00:00

15

I skipped the ice cream that afternoon. Amanda texted that she wanted me to stop by Beanzies once I finished up my office time that morning. By the time I made it back to the pier, I was getting low on sugar. My hand kept popping my licorice bits into my mouth as I walked from the parking lot to the coffee shop.

Larry zipped by me, his power chair whining with speed. “Hi, Twiz. Bye, Twiz!”

I turned and watched him climb up the ramp to get from pier level to town level. Trying to climb a good hundred feet on a steep ramp in a power chair was a challenge on normal days, so it surprised me to see his chair slow, but not struggle, to crest the top.

“He got a demon upgrade for his chair.” Mort jogged out of the Hippodrome and caught up with me while I watched Larry. “He’s up to a point seven.”

“That’s almost half the size of the one in my Prius.” I turned and kept walking. “Chase any kids off the layout today?”

“Not today, but I had to at closing last evening. Had my new porta-loos all staged in a box, ready to go in the layout, and found two of the lads zooming them about like race cars. One of them a pixie lad. He snuck in through the open window after the door was locked. Opened a door to let one of his tall friends in. Had a hack of a time chasing them out. Even found the door to the parking lot unlatched.”

The pier boards thunked lightly with each step. Well, with my steps. Mort, as tubby as he was, seemed light-footed. He was in cat form, after all.

“Kids. What did you expect?” I shrugged and kept walking.

“I would expect proper, well-defined characters and the behavior of gentle beings around someone else’s property.” Mort’s British accent sounded even more pompous than normal. “I may have to go full dragon and start eating them when they attempt to pilfer my horde.”

“Why don’t you have a Mexican accent?” I chuckled and bent down to scratch behind his ears, then kept walking. “Being from Tijuana and all.”

“I’m a mini dragon. Where I hatched is not important. My father’s lineage is unbroken back to the great red of Wales. Mum is from one America’s great blue clans.”

“Why aren’t you purple, then? Red and blue make purple.”

Mort snorted and shook his cat head. “We are not paint and don’t blend our colors. We’re dragons! And my lineage is British.”

“So you’d rather be a snooty British fuzzball than a Latino one?”

“Oh, if you want snooty, you must come to Boston, dear.” Evelyn Dinsmore waved and motioned me toward a table right next to the order window. “Amanda here said you’d be stopping by and that I should wait.”

I smiled at Evelyn, then turned toward Amanda, who passed me a paper cup that smelled of caramel.

“I knew you’d need sugar. Two extra pumps of caramel and a vanilla pump to help balance it,” Amanda also slid a danish on a plate at me.

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