Witch Way to Murder & Mayhem by Jane Hinchey

Author:Jane Hinchey
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Baywolf Press

“You appear to attract trouble.” Officer Miles stood at the foot of the gurney I was sitting on, her face a mask of impatience.

“A natural talent.” I shrugged. I’d received the all clear, been given a couple of painkillers for my headache, and told to report back immediately if I experienced any other symptoms. “You here to question Bruce?” I asked, digging in my purse for my phone. I’d call Jenna or Monica to come to pick me up.

“Bruce is in surgery. I’m here to take you home.”

“Sure you are.” I snorted, not believing her.

She crossed her arms, her face deadpan. “I am.”

“You are?”

She sighed. “If it weren’t for the fact that you’ve sustained a head injury…” I figured she’d been about to say something insulting before she stopped herself. I guess I should be grateful for small mercies. “They told me you’re free to leave, so come on, let’s go.” She went to take my purse from me, but I snatched it to my chest as if she were a bag thief. She held both hands up. “Fine.”

Easing off the edge of the gurney, I slid my purse onto my shoulder and straightened my coat. I’d lost the belt. Goodness knows where it had ended up, but it didn’t matter. It would be covered in blood now, anyway. I followed Officer Miles out of emergency to the squad car parked outside.

“Is The Dusty Attic a crime scene again?” I asked, breaking the frosty silence.

“Detective Ward has called forensics in tonight,” she replied, slamming her door and gunning the engine, keeping her eyes facing front.

She was infuriating. I didn’t know what that meant. Would I have access to my bookstore or not? “Can I open in the morning?” I tried a more direct question.

“Affirmative,” was the clipped response.

“Good.” Trying to make conversation with Officer Miles was like trying to get Monica to sunbathe. Never going to happen. Instead, I let the silence surround me, watching out the window as the streetlights whizzed past. Within minutes, we were in front of Gran’s house. I climbed out, said thank you, and slammed the door. She drove off immediately, and I stood watching the patrol car’s taillights disappear down the road.

“We need to call a meeting of the murder club!” Gran said from the doorway, waving at me to come inside.

“Is Archie here?” I asked, hurrying up the path. Archie meowed in greeting, pushing past Gran’s legs to welcome me. “Oh, there you are. You okay, boy?” Picking him up, I buried my face in his fur and promptly burst into tears.

“Long day, sweetheart?” Gran put an arm around my shoulders and ushered me inside. “But you’re okay or the docs wouldn’t have let you out.”

“I’m fine.” I sniffed, wiping my face. “It was just all so… shocking!”

“Come inside and tell me all about it. I’ve got a brandy with your name on it.”

“I don’t think I’m meant to drink alcohol with a head injury,” I pointed out.

“Push smoosh.” She waved away my concerns.

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