Cocoa Curses: A Christmas Paranormal Cozy Mystery by Erin Johnson

Author:Erin Johnson [Johnson, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-10T16:00:00+00:00

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Records Office

The next morning, I met Archer on the snow-covered steps outside town hall. The beautiful old building gazed out over the bustling town square and seemed to join in the Christmas spirit—the stately stone columns supported a second-story balcony from which an enormous pine wreath hung.

“Rudie.” He beamed when he saw me. “You look… lovely.”

I grinned. I’d worn my favorite green wool coat over a red pencil skirt and cream-colored sweater. I loved any opportunity to get out of my work blacks.

“You do, too.” My cheeks warmed a little as he nodded and we climbed the steps together—was it weird to tell a guy he looked lovely? He did, though. He sported a tan wool blazer, nice jeans, and a Christmassy tie over his white button-up. Even his curly hair looked extra shiny. Maybe that was just my heart-eyes filter, though.

He held one of the double doors open for me, and I stepped inside the sweeping foyer. A double staircase with intricate wrought iron work led up to the second story, while the sun shining through the gorgeous stained glass windows cast red and green patches on the gleaming marble floor.

Archer pressed his hand to my lower back as he nodded toward the stairs. “Records will be on the second floor.”

We walked up side by side, our footsteps echoing. Town hall always had a sort of solemn hush to it—like a library.

I glanced up at Archer. “How are we going to get in?”

He winked, his eyes twinkling. “You leave that to me.”

We passed a grandfather clock ticking away on the landing, then stepped onto the second story. A woman in a skirt suit bustled by, arms laden with scrolls.

Archer pressed his tongue to his teeth and looked about. “Now, records is to… the… left.” He led the way down a long marble hallway lined with frosted glass doors topped with transoms. Candlelit chandeliers hung overhead, casting a soft, flickering light. We stopped halfway down the hall, and Archer tried the records office door. It stuck.

He frowned and then we both noticed the parchment taped to the glass.

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