Justicar Jhee and the Cursed Abbey by Trevol Swift

Author:Trevol Swift [Swift, Trevol]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: female detectives, murder mystery trilogy, oceanpunk, arcanepunk, fantasy mystery, women sleuths mysteries, fantasy magic
Publisher: Trevol Swift
Published: 2019-08-30T16:00:00+00:00

The Greens Houses

The pair found Sister Serra waxing her wave skimming board and puffing on her glass pipe by the shed.

“Decided to take me up on my offer, eh? I could give you some seed of enlightenment for your man there. It works wonders for those afflicted with the war mind. Saheli found it most helpful.”

“He wouldn’t take it.”

“Too proud, I suppose. Perhaps an elixir for yourselves then. I have many.”

The Sister propped up the skimmer and offered them the pipe. Jhee waved away the smoke.

“Do you not partake at all or just when you are investigating? You think Saheli and those other Prospectives were murdered. You’ve been running about the isle asking questions.”

“You are very well informed.”

“I have my ways.”

The wave skimmer propped up beside the work shed fell over. Mirrei held up her hands. “Sorry. Curious and clumsy.”

“My wave skimmer. Do you skim?”

Mirrei sparkled her eyes and blushed. “Me? I could never.”

“You should. Can’t skim much since the weather turned bad. Although, knew some suicidal skimmers who would try. Makers bless them.”

“I adore your extraction setup. Is this where you refine your guidance seeking tinctures?”

Mirrei spoke softer as she moved down the work area away from the skimmer and shed. If Sister Serra wanted to hear, she had to follow.

“I’ve also been studying the mold and mildew affecting the crops.”

“I remember. Noble rot. For your new wine, correct?”

“Among other things. I’m corresponding with pharmaceutical companies about the blight and major farming operations about hardier crop strains.”

The lock on the shed hung unsecured. Jhee peeked. A black and white bundle behind a curtain caught Jhee’s attention. Jhee moved aside a bit of cloth. She recognized the Maye Queen’s headdress and robes. Mirrei pointed opposite Jhee’s direction.

“Is this good for migraines? Denbe and I get the most terrible headaches.”

“How do you normally treat them?”

“I make a sweet-smelling poultice. Lashotic.”

“Of course.”

“My, that’s a nasty scrape on your hand. How’d you get it?”

“Hm, don’t know. Running around in the vineyard somewhere.”

Jhee returned holding the Maye Queen robe and headdress. “Or cavorting at a bonfire in the orchard?”

“Makers’ whim,” Sister Serra said. “It was a lark. We found some masks and did some rituals to the Warrior of Pain. No harm done.”

“Sister Elkanah might disagree. These belong to the archives, correct? Along with your ritual implements: the ceremonial dagger and chalice.”

“I planned to return them. Eventually. Because of who they’re associated with, she didn’t guard them closely as the others.”

“How did you gain access without being seen?”

“This place is honeycombed with passages and exits. Escape routes put in after the massacres so that the residents could always have a way out.”

“Did Saheli stumble upon one of your revels?”

“No.”

“You involved Prospectives in your little revels?”

“Yes.”

“Perhaps some of your participants changed their minds or had an attack of guilt. Were the dead Prospectives part of your little cabal?”

“No.”

“They threatened to tell Saheli.”

“No!”

“Maybe remorse so overcame them, they wanted to go to Saheli and confess their misconduct.”

“Please, Justicar. You have it all wrong. Ask the mortician.

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