Hidden Witch by Tess Lake

Author:Tess Lake [Lake, Tess]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tess Lake

Chapter Fourteen

Kira and I ate breakfast before going to sleep. I guess this is one of the advantages of being self-employed and having a failing business: if you need a nap, you can have one. Besides, today was my lunch date with Jack, and there was no way I’d be turning up with giant bags under my eyes.

I woke up around ten and quickly got myself together to head into town. I still had Carter’s papers to read through and also didn’t want to miss Jack if he arrived early. I checked in on Kira before I left, but she wasn’t in her bed. Aunt Cass wasn’t down at the main part of the house, either.

I was tired and driving along in a somewhat bleary way, the air-conditioning on full blast, when I came to a halt at a stop sign. There was a lot of traffic (tourists), so I sat there looking left and right until I happened to see a familiar shape in the window of the house on the corner.

It was Adams!

A rosy-cheeked woman with graying hair was scratching him under the chin.

What the hell?

I quickly found somewhere to park, suddenly understanding why my cat smelled like lavender all the time. I marched up to the house, which was a modern white-walled place, two stories with a beautiful garden. I stopped at the window and saw Adams sleeping on a white sofa. The woman was nowhere to be seen, so I rapped on the window and he jerked awake. The moment he saw me, he jumped off the sofa and dived behind it.

“I can see you!” I called out.

“No, you can’t!” Adams said from behind the sofa.

I banged my knuckles on the glass.

“You are in so much trouble, mister,” I said.

I knocked on the front door. A few minutes later, the owner of the house opened it.

“Yes? How can I help you?” she asked.

“Hi, you have a cat in there sleeping on your sofa who I think belongs to me.”

From where I was standing I could see Adams’ black paws behind the sofa. He was hiding and keeping silent.

“Oh, do you mean Rodrigo? He’s been visiting for years.”

“Rodrigo? That’s his name?”

“Oh yes, we first met him about ten years ago when we’d returned from a vacation in Spain. He came in meowing like he’d never eaten in his life. It was raining and the poor thing was shivering from cold. So we started feeding him. He probably comes by every second day.”

“Really? That’s fascinating,” I said, trying to stop myself from gritting my teeth. “I guess maybe I must be wrong, then. He looks so much like my cat at home. Actually, my cat is quite heavy and so we’ve been forced to put him on a diet recently. For example, we had to declare just this morning that he’s not getting any more cheese for quite a long time.”

Adams poked his head out from behind the sofa, a look of horror on his furry face. The moment the old lady looked at him, I drew my finger across my throat and gave him a glare.

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