The Witch is Inn by Leah R Cutter

Author:Leah R Cutter [Cutter, Leah R]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Knotted Road Press

Chapter Thirteen

AJ insisted on more coffee before she finally sat back down on the couch in the living room and told Bea her vision.

“Dewey Jurgenson lives in the windchime house,” Bea said with a gasp. “He’s—he was—Warren’s best friend.”

“Huh,” was all AJ had to say. She’d been hoping that the owner of the windchime house was a complete stranger, so that it would be easier to say whether he was the killer or the next victim.

That he was so closely connected to Warren made things more complicated.

“Why does he have so many windchimes out in front of his house?”

“They aren’t just in the front,” Bea said. “He has them all around the house. And those stands that he has out front? With the windchimes hanging from them? He has three more of them in the back.”

“Is he just in love with their sound?” AJ asked.

“I know! Let’s go ask him!” Bea said, jumping up.

“No, Bea, we should let the police handle this,” AJ said. “I’m sure they’ve already talked with him about it.”

“Yeah, Naomi said they came to see us after they’d visited him,” Bea said. “But they wouldn’t know to ask about the windchimes. Come on.” Bea started walking toward the door. She paused just before she opened it. “I’m going with or without you.”

“Fine,” AJ said. She could think of dozens of reasons why not to go. What if Dewey was the killer? Or were the windchimes all about the hot air he was supposed to blow around?

She really wasn’t sure she wanted to get any closer to the man who was supposedly Warren’s best friend. No one else in town had liked Warren.

However, she wasn’t about to let her little sister walk into danger.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” AJ said as she got up off the couch and followed Bea outside.

The day was as pleasant as it looked, with a starkly blue sky and fluffy white clouds. It would probably be raining later, but for now, it was gloriously clear. AJ was warm enough in her gray T-shirt, layered over with a flannel, jeans, and sneakers. Bea had thrown a dramatic peach-colored shawl over her own navy blue T-shirt, the fringed ends fluttering behind her as she swept down the street.

Her sister always did know how to make an entrance.

AJ had only really glanced a couple of times at Dewey’s house. Now, she saw that all the windchimes were different. Some were merely wood that clanked together. Some were hollowed out tubes that had a melodious bell-like tone. Still others were made from a heavy plastic that clicked. There were also a few metal bells with a long tongue hanging from the clanger, that acted like windchimes. Plus more than one collection of small loops of tiny Christmas bells that jangled merrily.

While most of the windchimes were tubes or sticks, some were in different shapes, like the school of metal fish, a large flock of colorful plastic hummingbirds, a collection of old-fashioned cars, plus stars, hearts, butterflies, sun and moon, keys, and just random shapes like circles, squares, diamonds, and teardrops.

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