Killer's Kiss by Keri Arthur

Author:Keri Arthur [Arthur, Keri]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: KA Publishing PTY LTD

Once Aiden had left for his meeting with the council, I headed into the kitchen to do a little of the prep work needed for tomorrow. It was close to three when my phone rang. The tone told me it was actually the café’s number being called—we’d started diverting to either mine or Belle’s out of hours—so it was tempting to just ignore it, given we were closed. But instinct twitched.

I sometimes hated when it did that.

I hit the answer button, then said, rather warily, “Lizzie Grace speaking. How may I help you?”

There was no immediate answer, then a small voice said, “Are you the witch Nanny says helps her talk to Poppy and finds lost things?”

My heart did an odd flip-flop. It was a kid, and he couldn’t have been any older than five or six. He also sounded scared. “Yes, I am. Who are you?”

“Brandon.”

“And what have you lost, Brandon?”

“Nanny. I can’t find my nanny.”

Fuck. I briefly closed my eyes and prayed like hell she wasn’t the latest victim of either the basilisk or our vampires. “Are you at your nanny’s place right now?”

“Yes.”

I reached out to Belle. You busy? I’ve got a kid on the phone whose nan is missing. Can you get hold of Tala or Jaz for me? To Brandon, I added, “Was your nanny home this morning?”

“Yes.”

“And your mom?”

“She works in the city.”

“Have you tried calling her?”

“I don’t know her number.” He paused, and I heard footsteps and then voices. After a moment, I realized it was the TV—old episodes of Playschool, from the sound of it. He must have moved from where the phone was into another room. “Nanny had written your number down, so I called you. Do you know my nanny?”

“I might—what’s your nanny’s name?”

“Joselyn.”

Joselyn Hankins, has to be, Belle said. She’s a member of the gossip brigade and does indeed come in weekly for chats with her dearly departed husband.

I nodded, remembering her. She was a tall, neatly dressed woman with long silver hair that was always neatly pinned into a bun. Her being a regular customer explained why she had the café’s number, but not why she’d write it down for Brandon rather than that of his parents or even the rangers. “Do you know your nanny’s address?”

“It’s a big white house,” he said.

In a place filled with them. “Do you know the street’s name?”

“No.”

It’s okay, Belle said, Tala knows her address and has just texted it to me. She’ll meet us there.

Meaning Monty isn’t about to miss out on this adventure.

Indeedy, Belle said dryly. Pick you up in five.

“It’s okay, Brandon, I know where your nan lives. Me and some friends will be there in a few minutes, and we’ll help you find your nanny. Okay?”

“Okay.”

I hesitated. “Is the front or back door open, Brandon?”

“The back door is. Nanny even left the wire door open. She tells me off if I do that because it lets all the flies in.”

Did that mean she’d left in a hurry? Or

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