Easy as Scry (Spellford Cove Mystery Boxed Sets Book 1) by Samantha Silver

Author:Samantha Silver [Silver, Samantha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-09-18T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

The living room was completely devoid of anything that might help us find Pauline’s killer.

“Find anything?” I asked Elsa, and she shook her head.

“Nope. Just a boring old lady’s house.”

I sighed and blew air up into my bangs, an old habit that came out when I was frustrated. “Well, let’s check the kitchen, then.”

When Elsa and I had gone through the kitchen, and also the bedroom and bathroom, without finding anything out of the ordinary—beyond aluminum foil on the windows, which I assumed was some sort of conspiracy thing—I started to get angry.

“You know, I never thought there would be a shortage of people trying to kill someone like Pauline,” I said to Elsa.

“Right? It’s weird. I guess she managed to live in that middle ground where no one necessarily wanted her dead but no one liked her, either. I mean, apart from Helen.”

I looked over the living room once more. “Can we give this place another once-over?” I asked. “I feel like we have to have missed something. Pauline couldn’t have been killed over nothing, and if she wouldn’t tell me why someone would want her dead, well, she has to have a reason, and it has to be a good one.”

“I think you’re right,” Elsa agreed. “Ok, we keep looking.”

I was checking underneath the couch cushions, just in case, when I noticed a tiny gap in the top part of the couch. It appeared the built-in headrest also included some built-in storage.

I pulled up on the headrest, and sure enough, it popped open, revealing a hidden compartment beneath.

“Well, I think I found something,” I said to Elsa, who immediately stopped what she was doing and came over to see what I had.

“What is that?” she asked, leaning in for a closer look.

“They look like artifacts from somewhere in Mexico or Central America,” I replied. I didn’t really want to touch them. There was a bowl painted with pictures on the side. Gods? I didn’t know. I knew nothing about archaeology. Inside the bowl was a statue that looked kind of like an indigenous version of a Sphinx, with a catlike body and a somewhat humanish face. Beside it was a necklace.

Elsa reached forward to touch the stuff, but I grabbed her by the wrist. “No, don’t. I might not know a lot about this sort of thing, but I know we shouldn’t touch it.”

“You’re right,” she said. “But, um, who do we tell about this? We can’t just leave this stuff here. The police have already been through the house and haven’t found anything. That means they obviously didn’t find these items.”

“That’s a good question,” I mused. Suddenly, an acrid smell reached my nostrils. “Do you smell that?”

“Smell what?” Elsa asked, sniffing hard. Then her eyes widened. “Is that smoke?”

“I think it might be.”

I rushed toward the back of the house with Elsa hot on my heels. Sure enough, the rear wall of the bedroom was on fire.

“Who set this?” I asked, immediately rushing to the window. There was someone out there, running into the forest.

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