Three Alarm Fury (Federal Bureau of Magic Cozy Mystery Book 6) by Annabel Chase

Author:Annabel Chase [Chase, Annabel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Red Palm Press LLC
Published: 2019-08-31T16:00:00+00:00

I parked on the street in front of Mrs. Huntington’s ranch-style house and walked along the brick path that delivered me to the front door via a small garden. The gnome clearly spent a lot of time cultivating her outdoor space. Everywhere I looked, flowers were blooming and plants were thriving.

The front door was open, leaving only a screen door between us. Before I could call her name, two cats came charging at the door, meowing loudly.

“What is it, Hermione?” Mrs. Huntington appeared in the living room wearing a fuzzy pink bathrobe. She was short and sturdy with a mop of gray hair. “Ron, stop begging for food.” She smiled when she spotted me. “Oh, hello. I didn’t realize I had company.”

“Hello, Mrs. Huntington,” I said. “I’m Agent Eden Fury. I’m here on behalf of the supernatural council.”

She peered at me through the screen. “They sent an agent? Is it that serious?” A third cat trotted over to investigate the scene and began weaving through the gnome’s legs. “Stop that, Harry.”

“I work for the Federal Bureau of Magic,” I said. “I serve on the council as a volunteer. I offered to handle your garden issue.” I glanced over my shoulder. “To be fair, though, your gardens are amazing. I know plenty of keen gardeners, but yours is truly impressive.”

I thought the compliment might win her over. Instead, I seemed to agitate her.

“Not the side garden,” she snapped. “I don’t suppose you had a look there.”

“No, ma’am. I didn’t want to trespass.”

The gnome opened the door and shooed the cats back into the house. “You three stay put. I’m not fast enough to catch you when you decide to do a runner.” She hobbled down the steps and brushed past me. “Come on then, I’ll show you.”

We rounded the corner and she stopped in her tracks. It only took a moment to spot the problem—a patch of anemic flowers that looked like they’d been deprived of water and sunlight.

Mrs. Huntington jabbed a finger at the offending area. “See what I mean? Werewolf piss is the only thing that will do that to my garden.”

I highly doubted that. “Are you sure your cats haven’t been sneaking outside?”

The gnome drew back, plainly offended by the accusation. “My cats are perfect angels. They would never be so vindictive as to ruin my garden. They know how important it is to me.” She’d clearly never met Candy. My grandmother’s cat would pee in the bathtub if you looked at her the wrong way.

“Have you actually seen any werewolves in the vicinity?” I asked. Her lot was somewhat off the beaten track but not completely isolated.

“I heard one howling the other night,” she said. “My bedroom window was open and it sounded very close to the house. The cats went nuts so I shut the window and got out their thunder jackets.”

“Thunder jackets?”

“The ones they wear during a thunderstorm to keep them from feeling anxious,” the gnome explained. “Hermione is always trying to bite hers off, but the other two wear them quite happily.

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