The Witch's Grave: An Ophelia and Abby Mystery

Author:Shirley Damsgaard
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Crime & mystery, paranormal, Fiction, Romance, Women Sleuths, Crime & Thriller, Psychics, Fiction - Romance, Mystery & Detective - Women Sleuths, Jensen, Romance - Suspense, Mystery, Ophelia (Fictitious character), Detective and mystery stories, Women librarians, Witches, Detective, Mystery & Detective, American Mystery & Suspense Fiction, Fiction - Mystery, General, Suspense
ISBN: 9780061493430
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2009-08-15T05:37:55.497000+00:00

Stretching, I lifted my arms over my head. I’d slept deeply that night, and for a second I didn’t remember where I was.

Oh, yeah—St. Louis—tracking down Karen Burns.

I felt rested—the dreams hadn’t troubled me last night. Could talking about them with Abby have ended them? Was it really that simple? That all I needed to do was trust myself and have faith? Wouldn’t that be a relief? I could concentrate on learning why Stephen had been shot.

Throwing back the covers, I jumped out of bed. In the bathroom, I quickly showered, dressed, and threw on some makeup. Forty-five minutes later I stood knocking at Abby’s door, ready to hunt down Karen.

“Ready?” I asked when Abby opened her door.

She was dressed in tan linen slacks and a light tunic. A floral scarf was held in place around the neckline by one of her favorite brooches. Today, she wore her hair coiled in a neat bun at the nape of her neck. She looked cool and elegant.

I glanced down at my red knit top, jeans, and loafers. Next to her, I felt sloppy. Maybe I should pay more attention to Darci?

“You look nice, dear,” Abby said, as if reading my mind. “Are you ready for breakfast?”

I shifted my weight on one foot. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to drive to Karen Burns’s apartment first. If we arrive early enough, we might catch her.”

Digging out her keys, Abby closed the door and linked her arm with mine. “Whatever you want, dear. Let’s go.”

Once in the car, Abby punched the address I’d given her for Karen’s apartment into the GPS, and we were on our way. A short time later we pulled into the parking lot of Karen’s apartment building, not far from Laclede’s Landing.

The building was obviously old, but had been restored. Birds chirped in the large maple trees shading the entrance, while hydrangea bushes bloomed on each side. The atmosphere was peaceful and quiet this early in the morning.

Abby and I entered the cool foyer, where I found the buzzer to Karen’s apartment and pushed it.

No answer.

I pressed the button again, leaving my finger on it a little longer this time.

Still no answer.

Fisting a hand on my hip, I hit the button again and again.

Abby finally reached out and touched my wrist. “I don’t think she’s home.”

Great—as Nancy Drew, I was bombing out.

“Now what?” Abby asked as a woman, dressed in a jogging suit, leading a large boxer on a leash, entered the foyer.

“Maybe Karen is working at Stephen’s condo?” I said hopefully.

The woman with the boxer paused and glanced at me over her shoulder. “I’m sorry…I don’t mean to be eavesdropping, but are you looking for Karen Burns?”

I know my face lit up. “Yes,” I replied excitedly. “Do you know her?”

“Yes, I live in the apartment across the hall. Are you a friend of hers?”

Time to tell another lie. “Yes, I’m an old classmate from out of town—”

Abby gave me a poke in my side.

Ignoring her, I continued. “I’ve been trying to reach her.

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