One Wily Witch: A Cozy Paranormal Mystery (Sixth and Sensibility Book 2) by Nadine Doolittle

Author:Nadine Doolittle [Doolittle, Nadine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gatineau Hills Publishing
Published: 2023-08-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

WE FOUND BARBARA in the one antique store in Mirror Falls. Before I would concede defeat, I wanted to know how Barbara missed finding the wire when she examined Sarah—and more importantly, how did Sheriff Spencer?

The antique store was called Runaround Sue. Barbara told us her mother started it a few decades ago and at her passing, Barbara took it over. It was packed with antiques from the early nineteenth century right up to the mid-1960s.

Antique stores had always given me trouble. So many voices muttering over one another in a bid to get my attention. Barbara’s shop was no different. It took some effort on my part to block them all out. There was a hat rack that was particularly noisy. It claimed to have belonged to a famous politician at the turn of the century who had embezzled large sums of money from the public purse without ever being caught. If I was alone, I would have told the hat rack that since the man was dead and had been for some time, he was beyond the reach of the law. The hat rack seemed to feel that he should be prosecuted nonetheless. It had carried the man’s hat and overcoat for decades while he carried out his larceny and the hat rack was offended.

I thought of mentioning it to Gideon, but seeing as I was already on precarious ground with my theory about Sarah’s death, I decided against giving him any more ammunition. He was going to win Arcadia Press handily at this rate. If I didn’t prove that the supernatural was a factor in Sarah’s death, I would lose our bet and be forced to sell before I was ready to do it.

I didn’t know why I was so reluctant to make a decision. Maybe it was Mirror Falls. I liked it. I liked Barbara’s antique shop, Runaround Sue. It was the first one I’d been in that was soothing. I could almost understand why people liked antiques. The voices of the departed weren’t hysterical or alarming. Their complaints were soft and muted; the gentle whine of generations who had died well and had little to complain about. Like the belongings in Great-Uncle Theodore’s apartment, they settled down when they realized I wasn’t going to cater to them.

“Barbara, we want to talk to you about the night Sarah died. You were the first to reach her, is that correct?” Gideon leaned against a roll-top desk that grumbled at the indignity.

Barbara shook her head. “No, I only arrived after one of the Elders realized Sarah wasn’t getting up and then Gracie shouted for help. I was the third person to reach her. Why do you ask?”

“We found the electrical source that was responsible for her death. There is a wire embedded under the sod. It runs to the electric fence. It’s been stripped at the end. We found it poking up through the grass directly inside the triangle of stone where Sarah was standing. You didn’t

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