CARNATIONS, CRIME, & CHI: A PARANORMAL WOMEN'S FICTION COZY MYSTERY (The Magical Midlife Flower Farm Series Book 3) by Kuhl Lucia

Author:Kuhl, Lucia
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2021-04-29T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 18

Sampson's nose was pressed to the living room window as I pulled into my driveway. The poor pup had been left home alone for too many days. He was still a puppy. I had to figure out what I’d do with him when I opened my booth at the Farmer's Markets. I was scheduled to be at the South Bend Farmer's Market from May through October on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, and at Moon Lake’s outdoor market on Wednesdays. I had Fridays and Sundays off. Would he enjoy staying with me in a booth from 7 to 2 five days a week?

We’d have to see how puppy training went. He liked people. Liked them a lot. He would probably love to go with me.

I turned off the security system with my phone, unlocked the door, threw my keys in the bowl, and went inside to let Sampson into his fenced backyard. He loved his pen. Arie had built him an agility course that took up half the space. Running through it was the highlight of Sampson's life.

He especially liked the tunnels. Those seemed to be his favorite. The slide was his second love. Sampson loved when Liberty came over, and the two raced through the tunnels. My pup jumped up and down and ran around in circles when he saw Liberty come across the field. Returning home to Abracadabra had been the right choice for Sampson. Rescuing Sampson had saved me.

I couldn't get Bailey's body off my mind. The word curse kept floating in my brain. Bailey's murder confirmed that the curse was real and needed to be stopped or reversed. Whatever one did to a curse. I pulled my purse off my shoulder, slipped out of my jacket, grabbed a root beer from the fridge, and walked into my office.

On my whiteboard was my plan for the magic factory. I took several pictures of it and erased it. Grabbing a black dry erase marker, I wrote "Curse" on the newly erased board.

And in crudely drawn lopsided boxes underneath, I wrote my questions.

“What were the details of the Curse?"

"Who set the Curse?"

"How did the words 'The curse is set,' get into Shayla's diary?" and "When were they written?"

"Did the curse only apply to our colony of settlers?"

"Was there more than one curse?"

"More than one colony?"

“Where could I find out answers to these questions?"

My gut said my questions started with the books. They’d arrived in the pod containing my L.A. apartment’s contents. That night they were stolen. I drew a big red box around the final black box and drew lines shooting from it.

"How did the books get in my pod?"

“'Where were they now?"

“Who has them now?"

“How could I get them back?"

"Who were all the players chasing the books?"

"Why send them to me?"

"Where to start looking? "

I drew a red box around the black box and red lines outward. In answer to "Where to start looking," I wrote the words "At the beginning."

I drew a line from "At the beginning" and wrote, "check surveillance camera in apartment.

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