Witch at Odds: A Jinx Hamilton Mystery Book 2 (The Jinx Hamilton Mysteries) by Juliette Harper

Author:Juliette Harper
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781943516865
Publisher: Skye House Publishing
Published: 2016-01-21T00:00:00+00:00

16

The way I shared this last part of the story, it sounds like accidentally making magazines levitate and clock hands spin didn’t freak me out. Not so much. It’s just that with everything else that was going on, I had to keep it together until I got upstairs.

After Aunt Fiona excused herself to “see if I can catch the girls in Reno,” and Beau went to check on his friends among the cemetery regulars, Tori and I were left in the storeroom with Darby. The little brownie looked up at me expectantly and said, “Mistress Jinx, may I have permission to clean and organize the basement?”

Yeah. We haven’t talked about the basement yet. Right after I inherited the store, I opened the door to go down there, hitting the light switch from the top step. Think warehouse at the end of the Indiana Jones movie. Since I was already overwhelmed by the lack of inventory control up top, I had no interest in descending further into chaos — and chaos with the likely presence of spiders at that.

“It’s all yours, Darby,” I said. “Do your thing.”

With profuse thanks, the little guy winked out. That’s when Tori and I took a minute to check the library’s hours on the county website. To our surprise, it was open on Sunday afternoons, but well after all local church services had concluded for the day and the lunch run at the cafe was over. We didn’t have to walk across the square until 1 o’clock.

Tori was spending her first night in the new apartment. I walked her to her “front door,” which was actually just to the left of the door leading into the alley. In typical Tori fashion, she painted it red (with no objections from Myrtle) and put down a zombie apocalypse welcome mat. It features two footprints in a blood splatter and the caption reads, “Welcome to Tori’s. Bring Your Own Brains.”

Giving my BFF a hug, I said, “Congrats on the new place. Don’t stay up half the night organizing your books in the Chick Cave.”

“I won’t,” she promised. “This business of being up until all hours talking to dead people is starting to wear me out, too. At least we don’t have to get up at the crack of dawn in the morning.”

As I turned away from Tori’s door to go upstairs, she called out my name in a questioning tone.

When I looked back, she was leaning against the doorframe. “You gonna be okay up there by yourself?” she asked.

“I have four cats,” I pointed out. “I am never alone.”

Not even in the bathroom.

My fellow crazy cat ladies will totally understand that statement.

“You know what I mean,” Tori said. “That thing you did in there with the magazines and the clock was kinda intense. I know you.”

Sometimes she knows me too well.

Blowing out a long breath, I said, “Yeah, ya think? I had no idea that could happen.”

“You want to talk about it?”

I shook my head. “I need to think about it for awhile.

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