Dakota Cassidy - 09 Witches Get Stitches by Dakota Cassidy

Author:Dakota Cassidy [Cassidy, Dakota]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dakota Cassidy
Published: 2019-07-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

“Heeey!” he yelled again as he skidded to a halt in front of Win. His round, full face covered in freckles and red as a tomato. “Who are you? You can’t be in here!”

Win instantly palmed Bel, who’d hidden in the shaggy length of his hair, and dropped him in his purse then felt around blindly for his cane. Which I didn’t understand at first. It was right in front of him, hooked to the side of the desk.

Taking a deep inhale of breath, he looked over the man’s shoulder as he rose from the chair. “Oh, thank goodness someone’s here! I say, can you tell me where I am, chap?” he asked calmly, as though he were thoroughly confused.

“Who in blazes are you and what are you doing down here?” the man in scrubs asked as he stared at Win, throwing a foil-wrapped sandwich down on his desk with an angry toss.

Hoo, boy. This guy’s eyes—eyes in a face that looked like it belonged to Howdy Doody—were on fire.

“Win! Now is the time to make a break for it. Get out!” I cried.

Instead, Win ignored me and stared blankly in the direction of the man, though not directly at him. Arkady snickered, but I didn’t get what game he was playing.

“My name is Jake Swinson, and I hate to trouble you, but I do believe I’m lost.” Reaching out in front of him, Win swiped at the air with his free hand, letting the paper with my name on it drop to the floor.

The man in scrubs frowned and made a windshield wiper motion in front of Win’s face. When he got no response, when Win didn’t even blink, he asked, “Are you…?”

My mouth fell open as Arkady laughed. He was not going to pretend he was…

“Blind. Indeed. That is my cross to bear, I’m afraid.”

I gasped. He most assuredly was. Oh, this man. This. Man! I had to cover my mouth as my laughter became a wheezing snort.

Win gripped his cane and used it to swipe at the floor. “I fear I’ve made quite a mess of…your desk, is it?”

The man rocked back on his orthopedic shoes and shook his head. “Aw, no worries. It’s not my stuff. That’s Egan Joseph’s stuff. He’s the day shift coroner, and he’s kind of a slob. We’re always messing with him about it.”

Win’s face instantly went worried, but if you were anyone else observing this Academy Award performance, you’d never know he was faking it.

“Coroner, you say? If I might ask, where am I?”

He said it with enough convincing trepidation that the man’s face instantly went soft, the angry red fading until he was left with only two spots of crimson on his cheeks.

“Dude, you’re in the morgue.” He scratched his head full of unruly ginger hair. “Man, I’m really sorry. I didn’t know you were blind or I wouldn’t have yelled like that.”

Win punctured the silence by bursting out laughing, startling the morgue guy. In fact, he laughed so hard, he bent at the waist.

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