Crime of Spelled Ink by Harley Gordon

Author:Harley Gordon [Gordon, Harley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: supernatural, cozy mystery
Publisher: Harley Gordon
Published: 2019-08-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Jules was already waiting outside the shop when Belle and I arrived. “Why is Jules just standing outside the shop?"

"I don't know."

Jules waved at us. "Hey guys. Shop's closed for the rest of the week apparently."

"Do I write too many mysteries, or is that incredibly suspicious timing?"

The day after my magic hits, the store it came from is closed for days? Super creepy.

"It's probably a coincidence, but it's definitely weird." Jules glanced back at the shadowy shop.

It even looked a bit sinister from out here.

"Thanks for waiting. Though you could've just messaged."

Jules grinned. “I figured I could take you two out for lunch."

"It's already your turn to make dinner."

His grin widened. “I don't mind doing both. Though I guess since Belle cooked last night and I'm cooking tonight, maybe you should treat us to lunch."

"Deal. But if I'm buying, I get to pick the place." I started walking in the direction of the food I wanted.

Jules and Beth both groaned in unison.

I stopped and turned to frown at them. “What?"

"You want the fancy, overpriced sandwiches again, don't you?" Jules asked.

"Actually, no. I'm in the mood for Mexican." I started walking again, shaking my head.

I loved the sandwich shop, they just didn’t know good food when they tasted it.

Jules slumped. “Thank goodness. I hate those sandwiches. I can taste the pretentiousness."

"They're not pretentious. They're just unusual."

"Pomegranate and blue cheese paninis are not unusual, they taste like gross gym socks someone tried to spray with perfume to hide the stink."

I glared at him. “Usually you like going on adventures."

"Not food adventures. When it comes to food, I prefer more normal fare."

"Are you about to go on a rant about hipsters, grandpa?"

"I might. Though they make decent coffee."

I snorted. "You're ridiculous."

"Enough about hipsters and gross food, how did it go at the house this morning?"

Belle handed Jules the story. "See for yourself. It's amazing."

“And creepy." I was trying not to think too hard about it, worried I’d come up with some horrible and terrifying reasoning for my new and not that awesome magic.

"It's magical. Literally."

Jules flipped through, skimming the story. “She's right. This is insane. And definitely magical. I don't think you ever shared this story with me."

"I'm remembering more of it now and I think it's a story I made just for Belle."

It was a time she and I both desperately needed to believe in magic and hope and something other than the drudgery of her illness.

I shrugged off those memories, trying to remain in the present. “Since we aren't getting any answers right now from the antique shop, let's put aside the mystery magic for now and focus on your problem. We got some interesting information from April that at least gives us a place to start."

"And where are we starting?" Jules asked.

"At the Mexican restaurant. I checked social media and Vanessa planned to come here for lunch. I thought she might want to join us."

Jules shot me an impressed smile. “Look at you being sneaky. Almost like you were meant for this sleuthing business.

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