Witch Bait by Kate Allenton

Author:Kate Allenton [Allenton, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Coastal Escape Publishing
Published: 2018-08-12T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

“This way, slick.” King rested his hand on my back and steered me to a building off in the distance.

“You know where you’re going?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I might have dated a girl that lived out here.”

Big thick trees covering the property provided shade and fruit, which some men and women were picking. In the distance was a field where women were harvesting vegetables with baskets. They were self-sufficient in a way I wouldn’t have suspected. A little cult-type commune inside the community.

The door to the building was propped open, and people came and went as King led me inside. We passed classrooms where young children were attending class, and I slowed to watch. On the board were spells and directions. I watched in awe as the children poured liquids into beakers like I’d done in my science class.

“That’s the potions class,” a woman said as she approached. Her long gray hair was braided, hanging over her shoulder.

She looked like she could be someone’s grandmother. I don’t know what I’d expected, black pointy hats maybe and tons of mascara. I turned my gaze back to the classroom, where purple smoke was filling the air. “Is that safe?”

“Of course.” Her brows dipped as she studied me.

“Mrs. Gold, I’m sorry for your loss. I know the detectives have already spoken with you but I need to ask you some more questions,” King said, catching me off guard.

“Please call me Hilda.”

“You’re Katrina’s mother?”

“I am,” she announced and gestured down the hall. “I’m sure you have questions. Why don’t we take this into my office where we can have some privacy.”

I followed her down the hall past a library, where a few teenaged girls were reading, with more books like those in my attic. Mrs. Gold led us into a huge office. The cream-colored walls were soothing, a large thick oak desk set across the room, and a couch with chairs for conversation stood near the window. She led us to the chairs and gestured.

“Again, I’m sorry for your loss,” King said.

“Thank you.”

“Do you have any idea what Katrina was doing inside Mrs. Hexford’s antique store?”

“Katrina was very secretive and evasive leading up to her disappearance, but from what I gathered from talking to, Myra, her best friend, is that she was looking for a painting.”

“Myra from the coffee shop?” I asked, interrupting. I knew Myra. She’d been the barista at the coffee shop and the only one to kind to me when I first arrived to town when everyone else hadn’t been so quick to welcome me with open arms.

“Yes, she’s a member of our coven and lives on the property. She told me she met you when you first arrived into town and she’s very fond of you, Ms. Venture,” Hilda answered.

“Do you know what painting and why?”

Hilda let out a hefty sigh. “She had a meeting scheduled with Mildred a week prior to her death, but Mildred canceled, and then, as we all know, she died. It’s possible she went looking to see if Mildred had the painting she was after.

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