Potent Potions: Pet Potions Mysteries Book 1 by Ami Diane

Author:Ami Diane [Diane, Ami]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-01-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Libby stood rooted to the spot, her mind reeling with this new revelation.

“Jasper, I need to know what happened?” She checked her watch. Ten minutes left on the potion. “Were the two humans arguing?”

Another bob and weave. No, they made none of that racket. My human did not see. The other sneaked up. It attacked my human like that wretched fur creature that harasses me and sleeps in my house.

“Again, that’s Orchid. What did this other human look like?” With this halting, largely one-sided discourse, she didn’t have high hopes of getting a description of the assailant.

Jasper tilted his head. Look like? Are not all humans the same?

“No, we’re not all the same. Ravens all look the same.”

The bird puffed out his feathered chest and cawed at her.

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “That was mean of me.” Even if it was true. “What was the other human wearing? T-shirt? Jeans? Sweatshirt?” She indicated each clothing item on herself as she said them, hoping the bird could differentiate between them enough to tell her something.

Nest head.

“Nest head?” Libby stuck her fingers in her ears and wiggled them before pulling them out. “Did you say ‘nest head’?”

Jasper cawed, flapping his wings. Yes. I grow tired of this discourse. Be a treat and open the window, will you?

“In a minute. Was this human male or female?”

The bird pecked at his food, ignoring her. She ran a hand through her hair in frustration. If he thought all humans looked the same, then he probably couldn’t tell the difference in gender.

She pointed at her chest. “Did the human have these or not? Come on, featherbrains. Surely, you can make out three dimensions.” Couldn’t he?

Her hands fell to her sides. “Jasper? Hello? I’m sorry I called you featherbrains.” She glanced at her watch. Drat. Her time communicating with the bird had run out.

* * *

Libby spent the rest of the evening pacing, trying to decide what to do with this new information. After broiling a frozen salmon fillet she found in the freezer with lemon juice, garlic, and dill, she opened the window in the library like she’d told Jasper she would. With a great flap of his wings and what she considered a rather condescending look her way, he fluttered out the open window into a blood-red sky for his usual evening flying. She resumed pacing around the library, pausing for bites of salmon.

Her first instinct was to run next door to the deputy’s⁠—if he was even home—and tell him. She could just imagine how that conversation would go.

“Arlene was murdered.”

“How do you know that?”

“A bird told me.”

Then, he’d laugh and slam the door in her face. Well, maybe not slam the door, but he’d certainly laugh at her.

Perhaps Marge could help her come up with a strategy to relay the information to the police.

Libby stopped in her tracks. Marge. She would have to tell the apothecary that, from the sound of it, her best friend had been murdered. The potionist had insinuated she held doubts about Arlene’s heart attack, and now Libby could confirm that hunch.

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