The Hoodoo Detective by Kirsten Weiss

Author:Kirsten Weiss [Weiss, Kirsten]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Female sleuth, contemporary fantasy, paranormal mystery, hoodoo, urban fantasy
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Goodreads: 23475004
Publisher: Misterio Press
Published: 2014-10-22T23:00:00+00:00

They parked several blocks away from the hit man’s house. Hand-in-hand, they strolled past Victorian mansions and gardens scented with roses and fringe trees, greenish white flowers dripping from their branches.

Ash paced behind them. “You're seriously going to break into a place in broad daylight?”

Pulling in her energies, Riga cast a cloaking spell over the three. “I don't plan on breaking anything.”

“It’s not legal. You might be better if you waited in the car,” Donovan said. They'd switched to an SUV, and Donovan insisted on driving.

“I can't protect you from the car.”

“We'll be fine,” Riga said.

Ash snorted.

“There it is.” Riga pointed to the ombre-painted Victorian, its porch overflowing with potted plants.

Donovan paused, his hand on the iron gate, and whistled. “Not a bad line of work if he could afford that place.”

“He said I was worth a quarter million.”

“An offensively low price,” Donovan said.

“That's what I thought,” Riga said.

Donovan swung open the gate, holding it for her, then brushed his palm off on his slacks. The dust left a streak on the black fabric.

“Hold it.” Ash strode in front of them and stopped, cocking his head. “I hear someone.”

“Where?” Donovan asked in a low voice.

Ash pointed to the side of the house. A high brick wall crawling with ivy screened the house from its neighbors. The bodyguard jogged across the yard, peering around the corner of the house.

There was a sound of metal scraping on wood, and a dull thunk.

Donovan lengthened his strides, catching up with the bodyguard, leaving Riga behind. The men rounded the house. Ash shouted.

Riga broke into a run, fearful of losing sight of Donovan. She turned the corner, brushing past a potted palm.

A slim, black man scrambled over a brick wall. Ash vaulted after him, dropping out of sight.

Donovan paused, head tilted, then took off down the other side of the house.

Turning on her heel, Riga raced back the way she'd come, meeting Donovan at the front gate.

He blasted through it, coming to a halt in the middle of the street, his chest heaving. A figure grew smaller in the distance. Ash appeared at Riga's side.

She jumped. “Augh! Where did you come from?”

“I thought it might have been a trick to draw me away, so I let him go. We shouldn't have left the hotel without more protection.”

“More?” Riga said. “How many bodyguards do we need? I can't conduct an investigation surrounded by staff.”

A window scraped open above them, and a tousled, feminine head popped out. “Everything all right down there?”

Riga waved. “We thought we saw someone breaking in.”

“Land sakes, I'll call the police.” The woman pulled back, disappeared.

Riga exhaled slowly. And now there was no way they'd get into the hoodoo hit man's house. Her cloaking spell hadn't survived a loud chase (not that she'd expected it would), and the cops were on their way. Cops she didn't want to explain herself to.

Donovan glanced at her. “Let's get out of here.”

They ambled back to the black rental SUV.

“I think I recognized him,” she said. “He looked like the same guy outside Turotte's house when I was there with the TV crews.

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