The Witch Who Heard the Music (Pixie Point Bay Book 7): A Cozy Witch Mystery by Emma Belmont

Author:Emma Belmont [Belmont, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-05T16:00:00+00:00

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Although Maris turned to see if she could catch sight of Mac and Bowdie, it was Millicent and Eunice that she saw approaching. The two older ladies ignored the musical equipment, speakers, and cables, and took their customary seat inside the gazebo. Millicent beckoned for Maris to join them.

“Maris,” the president of the crochet club said. “Enjoying the festival?”

In her early eighties, she was dressed in one of her elegant silk dresses, today in peach, the long, sheer sleeves billowing as she gestured to the plaza.

“I am,” Maris said, as she stepped around a microphone and then a speaker to stand at the railing near them. “Have you ladies seen any of the performances?”

Eunice, whose mouth was normally downturned, frowned a bit deeper. “Only from a distance.” Unlike Millicent, she dyed her hair. This month the shoulder length curls were the color of an open flame.

“Not a fan of the blues?” Maris asked.

Eunice pushed her glasses back up her nose and peered at the surroundings. “The music is fine. It’s these crowds.” She shook her head. “Too many strangers in town.”

“But it makes for good commerce,” Maris said. “It’s hard to argue with the way these strangers keep the businesses hopping.”

“Yours included,” Millicent replied. “I understand you’re full up.”

No doubt the head of the crocheting cabal knew more about the B&B’s guests than Maris did. In fact, she and her cohort might know something about the thefts.

Maris nodded. “Full up is right. Two of the musicians are staying with us, along with a journalist, a young family, and a retiree.” She leaned back against the railing, taking a casual pose. “Naturally there’s been a good deal of talk about the festival and some about music.” She paused for a moment. “In fact, it seems as though one of Glenda’s blues albums seems to have been…misplaced.”

Although Eunice had been glaring at the crowd around one of the autograph tables, her gaze flicked back to Maris. Millicent leaned forward, a sly look stealing across her face.

“You don’t say,” she said, and exchanged a look with Eunice. Millicent nodded to her.

“My phone disappeared this morning,” Eunice said, her tone a bit angry. “Not that I used it much, but still.”

“Your phone?” Maris asked. “Where was it?”

The thin older lady patted her enormous purse. “Where it always is—or was.”

“When did you discover it was missing?” Maris asked.

Eunice glanced at Millicent before answering. “A couple of hours ago.” She clutched her purse a bit closer. “Right after I was cornered by that reporter.”

“Megan Kantor,” Millicent confirmed. “The same woman who’s staying at the B&B.”

The same woman that Maris had found in her bedroom. She looked sideways to where Megan was interviewing Minako. Millicent and Eunice followed her gaze.

“Yes, that’s her,” Millicent said.

Eunice clucked her tongue. “Pushy and nosy. Up to no good, if you ask me.”

“Very nosy,” Maris had to agree.

For a few moments the three of them simply stared at her. Millicent was the first to look away.

“She goes everywhere,” the head of the club noted.

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