The Witch who Couldn't Spell: Felix and Penzi's First Paranormal Mystery (French Country Murders Book 1) by Katie Penryn

Author:Katie Penryn [Penryn, Katie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9782901556008
Publisher: Karibu Publishers SAS
Published: 2016-05-29T22:00:00+00:00

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I had much to mull over as I drove home which is probably why I wasn’t driving as defensively as I usually do. As I turned onto the roundabout at the top of the main, street a small battered car came zooming out of the side road and clipped my rear wing spinning me round like top and fetching me up against a fire hydrant on the island. I was too startled to move. The airbag had deployed cutting off my view. As it slowly deflated I checked myself out. No damage as far as I could tell. But what about the other driver? Stupid idiot. Shooting out on the roundabout like that without giving way. I’d give him a piece of my mind.

I scrambled out of the hire car and stood swaying for a moment or two to get my bearings. Cars shot past me horns blaring. Not too many as the morning rush hour was over. The car that had sideswiped me had ended up half on and half off the curb on the outer ring of the roundabout. It was an antique Deux Chevaux, its front stove in. The driver was bent over the wheel, there being no airbag in a car that old. I waited for a gap in the traffic and dashed over ready to yell my disgust.

My anger vanished when I saw the distress of the driver. She was sobbing her heart out to the accompaniment of the frightened shrieks of two small children in the car seats in the back. Bulging bin bags and plastic boxes filled up every square inch of space. Toys poked out of the gaps in the load.

I knocked on the window and she wound it down turning to look up at me, her hazel eyes lost in the discoloration of two black eyes. Her tears streaked through fresh blood and edged round old scabs on her face to fall on her tatty washed-out T-shirt. Purpling bruises ran down her skinny arms.

“I’m so sorry,” she said through split and bloated lips.

“You’re hurt. Can you move? You ought to get out of the car if you can. I’ll help with the children.”

I opened her door for her. She winced as she eased herself out and straightened up.

“Sit down on the curb while I get the children,” I said.

I pushed the front seat down and edged into the car to unstrap the kids who were belting out their anxiety by now. I handed the first child to his mother and was on the way back for the second when the gendarmes turned up. While they pulled my car off the island and parked it at the side of the road, I disengaged the second child and passed her to her mother.

The chief came over to talk to us. We had to wait for the paramedics he said. If no one was hurt, the police would leave. In that case, it would be up to us to sort things out with our insurance companies.

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