A Familiar Sense of Dead (Farm to Fable Paranormal Cozy Mysteries Book 2) by E.L. Wilder

Author:E.L. Wilder [Wilder, E.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Faulty Broom Publishing
Published: 2019-12-18T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“I don’t trust her,” said Cordelia, lighting up a cigarette and stuffing her lighter back in her pocket. They had already left the Spire behind and Cordelia had again taken the lead as she brought them to the second address. “A woman with that many eyes seems a dead ringer for a werespider.”

“I don’t know,” said Hazel thoughtfully. “She seemed genuinely upset about his death.”

“A true psychopath will play you like that,” stated Cordelia. “And a true werecreature doesn’t have control over their other selves.”

“Why do I feel like we walked away from that with more questions than answers?” asked Hazel.

“Because we did.”

Hazel ruminated as they walked. There was a connection between the werespider, Silas, Winkworth, and Zelda. But she couldn’t see what. Could Zelda be the werespider? Could Winkworth? What was this business about lesions? None of it made any sense to her.

“Cordelia,” she said. “Earlier when I asked you how you knew so much about riven, you said to ask Clancy. What did you mean by that? I think we’re past the point of being coy. If this could help with the investigation—”

“It won’t.”

Hazel stopped in the middle of the path, planted her feet firmly and folded her arms. “I have two partners that won’t tell me a thing about themselves. I’m not going any further until I get some answers.”

“I’ve known you for all of a hot minute,” said Cordelia. “These things take time.”

“Time is precisely the one thing we don’t have. So how about answering my question. What does Clancy know about riven?”

“More than either of us, that’s for sure,” replied Cordelia.

“How do you know so much about Clancy?”

“Back when I was in school, we tried to form a familiarship and it didn’t work out.”

Hazel felt like she’d been slapped in the face. Clancy and his kin were featured on the secret crest of the Bennett women—the crest earmarked for those with the Knack. Somehow Hazel hadn’t even entertained the idea that Clancy had tried finding other witches during her ten-year absence. It seemed to Hazel that being emblazoned on the Bennett-family crest implied an exclusive partnership. Even though Hazel herself had turned her back on her crest, learning that he had also cast it aside felt like a betrayal. Even though she knew it shouldn’t.

The list of questions Hazel had for Clancy if she ever saw him again—and if he survived the reunion—continued to grow. For now, she tucked them away. It was clear she’d get nothing more from Cordelia on the subject. “So if, as the Council suggested, being riven is such a rare occurrence, why is Winkworth suddenly doling out the same treatment that Silas used on known riven?”

Cordelia shrugged. “Maybe he’s just moving merchandise and drumming up profit? You can’t pay the bills if you don’t sell the medicine.”

“Maybe,” said Hazel thoughtfully. “Where’s our next stop?”

“Caretaker’s cottage,” said Cordelia, checking the address list.

Hazel thought of the caretaker’s cottage on her side of the Postern and wondered what differences she would find here.

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