The Goodbye Witch: A Wishcraft Mystery

Author:Heather Blake [Blake, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2014-05-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Pepe decided to tag along with me to visit Mrs. P, and we found her easily enough in the dining room of the Pixie Cottage, draped in a hot pink caftan, sipping tea near the bed and breakfast’s stone fireplace.

I’d tried to get in touch with Nick to tell him about Kyle supposedly being paralyzed, but he wasn’t answering his cell phone. I left him a message to call me as soon as possible.

Paralyzed. It was hard to believe, but I immediately knew it had to be true. It made perfect sense now why Kyle’s family was so concerned he’d disappeared—because he couldn’t just walk away on his own.

But knowing that he had been paralyzed opened new questions. How was he getting around town just fine in order to see Starla? Was he killed at his tree house and moved to Starla’s place? It wouldn’t have been easy carrying his body through those woods—or town—without being seen by someone. . . .

Oh! Especially someone who had a fascination with video surveillance. I made a mental note to ask Vince if he had footage from Friday night. Maybe he had evidence and didn’t realize it.

High arched windows let in plenty of light, brightening the cottage’s dining room, which was filled with nature-inspired decor. Lots of heavy wooden pieces, twig tables and chairs. Harmony had truly brought the outdoors inside with her interior designing.

I skirted a pale purple armchair and Mrs. P looked up. She brightened when she saw me and positively lit up when Pepe peeked out from behind the curtain of my hair—he’d been sitting on my shoulder.

“A stowaway!” she cackled, then looked around. “Let’s go back to my quarters, shall we?”

The other guests in the dining room of the charming little B and B barely paid us any attention, but a talking mouse would surely catch them off guard.

I followed Mrs. P down a short hallway to her suite. Once upon a time, she’d owned the inn, but when she had financial troubles a few years ago, she sold it to Harmony with the promise that she could live out the rest of her days here.

My chest ached when I realized that the end might be sooner than any of us thought.

At room number four, Mrs. P slipped a key in the lock and turned the handle. The space was as whimsical as the woman who lived there. A huge canopy bed made of branches took up a good portion of the room and two mirrored nightstands flanked the bed. There were a couple of upholstered arm chairs, a small dining table, and a tiny kitchenette.

As she entered, Mrs. P nudged the thermostat in the room and the heat came on. I thought it was plenty warm in the room already. Tropics warm. I set Pepe on the table and began to unwrap my scarf and unzip my coat.

“I can’t seem to chase away this chill,” she said, pulling a throw blanket onto her lap as she sat in one of the upholstered chairs.

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