Hex After Forty by M. J. Caan

Author:M. J. Caan [Caan, M. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-08-04T22:00:00+00:00

14

The lawyer’s office was yet another posh Victorian, this time right on Main Street. It was set back with a stone walkway that led to an impressive, forest-green double door. Once inside, the receptionist smiled politely and asked the women to have a seat while she walked into the back to let the firm’s owner know there were visitors. Torie noticed a vase on the receptionist’s desk that was filled with an array of what looked like dead sticks. Probably a vampire thing, and she was too emotionally worn out to inquire if she was right.

The fact that they were able to just walk right in impressed Torie. The lawyers she knew would never have allowed that; well, not unless you had them on a seven-figure retainer the way Ward once did.

The receptionist returned, her perma-smile fixed in place as she bade them to follow her into the back office. As soon as the door shut behind her, Jasmin placed both hands firmly on the desk of a short, lean man with round wire-rimmed glasses. She leaned in aggressively.

“What the hell, Arnold, we’ve just learned that vampires don’t need an invite to enter someone’s house? Is that true?”

His hesitation told them all the answer to that question.

“And who would have told you that?” Arnold said, his eyes wide behind the glasses. “Let me guess…you’ve been talking to those pesky dogs, haven’t you?”

Jasmin rolled her eyes. “Not the point. The point is you were the one who told us vampires could only enter your home if you first invited them in.”

“I might have overstated that,” he said coyly, smiling at the witch. “But it was for your own peace of mind. I saw the way everyone in this town looked at me when I first arrived.”

“Yeah, well, no more lies, okay? This town is built on trust.”

Arnold nodded before slowly seeping his gaze over to Torie. “As you wish, Jasmin. Now, what can I do for you?”

“This is Alva’s daughter, Torie,” Jasmin said. “She needs to be set up.”

At once, Arnold’s demeanor changed. He stood, extending his hand to Torie in greeting. “I am so sorry to hear of your mother’s passing. My thoughts are with you.”

Was it still a ‘passing’ if the person was murdered? she wondered. She took his hand, noting it was both cold and hard; like a piece of steel that was covered in skin.

“Thank you,” she said, instinctively raising a hand to her neck as she backed away.

Arnold smiled, his dark eyes wrinkling at the corners. “Let me guess, you were warned I have a predilection for witch’s blood.” He sighed, returning to his desk. “You make one confession during a game of truth or dare and look what happens…” He shot a glance at Jasmin. “And you, dear Fionna, you can come closer. I won’t bite.”

Torie noticed she was standing with her back pressed against the door, both arms clutching her purse in front of her. She narrowed her eyes and slowly walked over to stand next to Jasmin.

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