Evicted Witch by Willow Monroe

Author:Willow Monroe [Monroe, Willow]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fun mystery, funny mystery, mystery book, cozy witch mystery, murder mystery
Goodreads: 26859138
Publisher: Betsy Belle Books
Published: 2015-10-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

I’m tired of talking about Sither, when the answer to my mother’s problems might be just inside that window. “OK. You don’t want me going in there, so what do you propose?”

“Glad you asked.” He turns toward the window, snaps his fingers, mutters something I don’t quite catch, and then nods his head toward my blind spot, just over my shoulder. I twist around and grit my teeth.

“Show-off.” A filing cabinet is sitting in the grass about two feet from me, complete with a picture of Kelee and some man, plus two pens and a framed embroidery that says World’s Best Wife. I didn’t even hear it land.

“You’re welcome. Now they will never know the difference.”

“What about your magical signature?”

He shrugs in the darkness. I can barely see it. “Why would they look? Nothing will be out of place in the morning. No residual magic in the air, and no obvious clues, like footprints in the carpet or things misplaced. You really need to start using your power, Trinket.”

He has a point. I won’t admit it, though.

“Well, then, now what?” I ask, hopping down from the planter and turning it upright again. The poor petunias probably died for nothing. The filing cabinet looks somehow ominous when I glance at it, darker than the shadows around it.

“Now we look, silly.” He pats my arm. “Let’s see what secrets Angelo is keeping.”

He strides over to the cabinet and drags open the top drawer. Suddenly, I’m very glad that he’s here, regardless of the trick with the ring. Jones is on my side, and I need all the help I can get.

“We’re just going to stand out here and rifle through a filing cabinet in the middle of town? Isn’t that sort of...dumb?”

He looks up, a file in his hand. “You’re right.” More mumbled words and a couple of hand gestures, and I suddenly feel like the air is heavy and closing in on us. I take a deep breath, but a small, bright flash of light sears my eyes.

“Cloaking spell,” he says, but his head is already back in the open drawer. “A new one I’ve been working on.”

“Why didn’t you do that a minute ago?”

Jones looks at me patiently. “Because he would have seen the light. It isn’t perfect yet.”

“Oh.”

“Cut me some slack - I’m a werewolf.”

I want to help, but the filing cabinet isn’t big enough for both of us to look. I go over to it anyway. “Move. I’m doing this,” I say, shoving his shoulder gently.

He huffs in surprise and doesn’t move. “Do you even know what you’re looking for?” he asks, offence heavy in his voice.

“Do you?” I shoot back.

“Yes - information on Bilda and these murders.”

“What name are you looking under?”

“I’m just looking.”

“You don’t even know her last name. Get out of the way.”

Score one for me - he steps aside, but not much.

“I said move.” I shove him a little harder, enough to make him take a step. Then I hear a noise. “Did you just growl at me?” I ask, not stopping my fingers as they rifle through the files.

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