A Mackenzie Witch: Collection 3 by Sonia Parin

Author:Sonia Parin [Parin, Sonia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-09T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Two

Lexie looked at her hands as if expecting to see traces of her evil deed.

“How do you think you did it?” Jonathan asked, his tone casual.

“I can’t tell you something I don’t know.” Lexie frowned. “And could you at least try to give me the benefit of the doubt? Why would I kill Mirabelle? Let me rephrase that. I don’t have it in me to kill anyone.”

Jonathan gave her a lifted eyebrow look. “So what happened to the inky black fog you encountered months back?”

“Are you really going to compare an evil fog to a real person, one I happen to be related to?”

He shrugged. “You’re right, but you have to admit, you have reason to want to bump Mirabelle off.”

Lexie’s voice hitched. “Bump her off? Are you kidding me?”

“You often argue and she’s never been your favorite person. Chill out. I’m only playing devil’s advocate.”

“Oh, right. What are friends for?”

He chortled. “You got that right.”

“Here we are,” Cat said in her chirpy tone. She opened a large wooden door and waved Lexie in. “This is the tower room, fit for a princess. It offers the best view in the cottage.”

A massive canopy bed sat in the middle of the room. Two comfortable looking chairs, a small table and a chaise lounge were positioned facing the large window with its splendid view of the mountains.

“Did you say tower? I didn’t realize we’d gone up the stairs. In fact, I didn’t notice stairs at all.”

“You were busy defending yourself against Jonathan’s none too subtle accusations.” Cat curved her eyebrow at Jonathan but he didn’t apologize for his behavior.

“Does that mean he gets the dungeon?” Lexie strode to the window. Opening it, she peered up and down. “You weren’t kidding about the tower. Out of curiosity, if I wanted to escape, would I have to climb down?”

“Why would you want to escape?” Cat asked, her tone wary.

Lexie imagined her exchanging a look with Jonathan. Sighing, she swung around. “Okay, the both of you need to stop it. Cat, you said you’d heard a rumor about Mirabelle being murdered. What else do you know?”

“I had to switch off,” Cat explained. “As soon as I heard it, I contacted Jonathan and I had to go under the radar for fear someone might sense me going to your rescue.”

“So, for all you know, the rumor could be unfounded.”

Cat tapped her chin, something Lexie usually did when she focused on her trail of thought.

“You’re right. It could be a furphy,” Cat said.

“A what?”

“It’s Australian slang for an improbable story.”

“I’ve never heard that expression.” Lexie turned to Jonathan who shrugged.

Cat smiled. “Actually, there’s a story about how it came into use.”

Lexie sunk down on a chair. “Go on. Tell us.”

Cat sparkled. “Oh, you want to hear it.”

“You’ve piqued our curiosity.”

Cat pirouetted around the room, much as she did in her orb form. “There are many versions and they’re probably all furphys. Back in the 1880s, John Furphy & Sons designed and made steel and cast iron water carts.

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