A Witch Before Dying (Wicked Witches of the Midwest Book 11) by Amanda M. Lee

Author:Amanda M. Lee [Lee, Amanda M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: WinchesterShaw Publications
Published: 2017-11-04T23:00:00+00:00

BY THE TIME I MADE it back to Main Street, the activity level in the downtown area had ratcheted up a notch. Scarlet was back, standing in front of Mrs. Little’s store with the unicorn peddler and a couple other cohorts, their heads bent together. They looked as though they were plotting. Sure, I disliked both of them with a fiery passion, so that could’ve skewed my observation, but I had serious doubts they were discussing the weather.

The renaissance troupe was the center of attention, a bunch of unhappy workers unloading a truck and carrying items toward a huge tent that was being erected on the lawn in front of the library. I sat on the bench in front of Hypnotic, my eyes busy as they bounced between faces. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to focus on Scarlet or the renaissance folks.

In the end, I split my attention.

That’s where Landon found me an hour later, still frowning as I watched the hustle and bustle and internally debated exactly how evil Scarlet really was.

“I usually love your face, but right now you look as if you’re up to something,” Landon announced, taking the seat to my right as Chief Terry landed on my left.

“I’m pretty sure that was an insult,” I said dryly, narrowing my eyes as I watched two of the younger generation of renaissance workers slip into the woods behind the library. They made a big show of looking over their shoulders, as if they were trying to make sure no one followed, and then they disappeared.

“It wasn’t an insult,” Landon countered. He was more interested in the activity near the tent than what was going on in the woods. “I love your face regardless.”

“No need to lay it on so thick,” I said. “I’ll keep living with you regardless.”

“Good to know.” We lapsed in to companionable silence for a few moments, Landon focusing on the workers while I stared at the woods. “How have you spent your morning?” He tried to keep his voice light, but I knew he was checking up on me.

“Aunt Tillie didn’t recognize the thing I showed her in the photos, but she’s researching it.”

“What did you show her?” Chief Terry asked, curious.

“You honestly don’t want to know,” I replied. “Trust me.”

Chief Terry looked to Landon for confirmation.

“You don’t,” Landon agreed.

“Fine.” Chief Terry let loose a growl. “You guys are up to something. I can feel it.”

“That’s funny,” I said, “I was just thinking the same thing about Mrs. Little and our newest witch.”

Landon followed my gaze as I looked toward Mrs. Little’s shop. “They do look pretty happy with one another, don’t they?”

“I don’t suppose you’ve managed to find her real name?”

“I’ve been a little busy, Bay.”

“Don’t worry about it.” I was agitated, but knew he couldn’t very well drop everything to do as I asked. “You have a job to do. I’ll handle Scarlet.”

“That’s a terrifying thought,” Landon muttered. “What else did you do today besides talk to Aunt Tillie?”

“I went to Hypnotic and made Thistle’s hangover worse by taunting her.

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