Better Witch Next Time by Stephanie Damore

Author:Stephanie Damore [Damore, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pink Sapphire Press
Published: 2019-02-15T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Michael gave me a ride back to the apartment and he didn't even raise an eyebrow when I told him to park one street over so I could sneak in the back. There was something to be said for working with another professional that got you. I found them to be few and far between. My best friend, Lexi, is the only other one that comes to mind. I managed to sneak back into my room unnoticed and let out a sigh of relief. Day four was officially breaking, which meant I had to work overtime to solve this case. It didn't matter what year I was in, time always seemed to move faster when I didn't want it to. Instead of getting answers, my run-in with the detective gave me more questions. Questions I didn't know I'd have to time to answer.

The sun wasn't even fully up when I heard a commotion outside my bedroom door in the kitchen. Cupboards were being slammed, drawers forcibly jarred open by the sound of the silverware clanging about, and Mr. Hendricks was mumbling to himself. I hadn't even managed an hour of shut-eye, but that was going to have to cut it. I needed to get out there stat and find out what was going on.

"Mary, make Mrs. Hendricks her special tea," Mr. Hendricks instructed me as he raced past the kitchen. I walked through the kitchen and watched as he unbuttoned his shirt sleeves and rolled them up. Mr. Hendricks walked to the front door, then turned and walked back down the hall, stopping at a closet and opening it. His head disappeared for a moment and when it reappeared, he was tugging luggage out with it. He took the suitcase into the master bedroom and returned empty handed, looking about the apartment, before turning once more and heading further down the hall, this time into Irene's bedroom. Within another minute, he was back with another suitcase.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hendricks?" I said.

The man quit walking up the hallway and looked at me.

"You'd like me to make Mrs. Hendricks some tea?"

"That's right. Mary's not here. She puts a tonic in Madeline's tea when her nerves are troubling her. It's somewhere in the kitchen," Mr. Hendricks said, talking with his hands. He then vanished back into the master bedroom.

"Okay, tea with tonic, coming right up," I said to myself.

"And turn off the phone's ringer. I don't want it disturbing Madeline while she tries to gets some rest," he poked his head out of the bedroom to add.

"Tea and phone ringer. You got it."

I searched the kitchen for anything that might resemble tonic, not even sure what I was looking for. But then I remembered the brown bottles with the little rubber stoppers Mary had lined up on her own kitchen counter. I found just that in an upper side cupboard. It was next to the brandy and the cooking sherry. I twisted off the stopper and smelled the light-colored liquid inside. It was slightly floral and sweet smelling, but I had no idea what it was.

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