Captive Magic (Mystic's End Mysteries Book 8) by Leanne Leeds

Author:Leanne Leeds [Leeds, Leanne]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9781950505319
Publisher: Badchen Publishing
Published: 2021-03-11T00:00:00+00:00

Thirteen

“So, what do we do now?” Clutterbuck asked me.

“Give me a minute to think.” I leaned against the opposite wall and stared at the warded door.

It seemed like I was losing track of things, and I needed a minute to center myself. Just to reevaluate what we were doing. On the whole, I would’ve preferred to center myself lying on a couch with my dog and a cup of tea, but I was learning we can’t all have exactly what we want in Mystic’s End.

“How many levels below the ground are we?” I asked Clutterbuck.

“This is level B6, so six or seven.”

“There is no level B. The basement is B1. So, six levels,” Chris added, watching me.

“If the height of each story is roughly 15 feet,” I mused, eying the ceiling, “we are roughly 90 feet below ground. Give or take.” I thought back to my climb down the hidden hole. “That seems to be more or less even with Anna’s tomb-ish thing. At least as far as I can guess from memory. I can’t believe that’s a coincidence.”

Clutterbuck nodded. “That’s the place only you can get into, right?”

“Not only that, but only paranormals can see it,” Chris reminded him.

“Have you ever gone down that way, Chief?” I pointed right toward the darkness. “Where does it stop?”

“From what I understand, they bricked up both ends to keep anybody from getting lost down here. There’s just storage, and it’s all pretty close to the elevator here.”

“Storage? Besides the evidence room, what else is down here?”

Clutterbuck shrugged. “Police storage, evidence storage. Unused furniture, old uniforms. You know, just stuff.”

“But why here? Why six stories below the surface? Is there something wrong with levels B1 through B5?”

“We’re using them.”

“That seems an excessive depth to build down to,” Chris murmured, gazing in the complex’s direction. “If there is an end to this hallway, Chief Clutterbuck, I don’t sense it.”

Clutterbuck looked Chris up and down. “Oh, right, you have that sonar stuff. Like a bat.”

I could tell my boyfriend was trying not to chuckle at the lawman’s use of Bram Stoker’s Dracula to inform himself about Sparkles’ superpowers. Finally, he shrugged. “Sure. My bat powers. I can sense several doors down in that direction, but there’s no wall. Suppose I wanted to go in that direction. In that case, I could do so at a relatively quick speed without being concerned I would hit anything soon. If there is a wall, it is definitely beyond the bounds of this property.”

“Should we go look?” Clutterbuck asked. His tone made it clear he wanted to do anything, absolutely anything, other than to look.

“No, just wait a second. There’s got to be a way to pull down these wards,” I said, glaring at the door. “Maybe the bottle is in there. Maybe someone hid it with magic. Stand back,” I warned both men. “I’m a witch, darn it. I can get these down.”

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