magical cures 07 - a charming fatality by kappes tonya

Author:kappes, tonya [kappes, tonya]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2015-07-09T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“Good work.” Mary Ellen appeared out of thin air. Her long black hair was pulled up into a bun on top of her head in a very elegant way. She had on a black body suit. She was long and lanky like a lean cat. She walked around my office with an aqua colored potion bottle in her hand. She pulled the wand out of the bottle and flung the liquid around the room, making sure to get all the corners saturated.

I didn’t have to ask her what she was doing because in my gut I could sense it was an all-knowing potion. She was giving a jolt to my already alert senses.

“Nice way to stay in the business with the lotions because it’s up to you to keep our heritage a secret.” Walking slowly, her hips swayed. She turned on her heels and strode over to the desk. She picked up Madame Torres. “How are you today?”

“I’m divine, Mary.” Madame Torres appeared. A big smile on her face. “I’m so glad to have you here keeping this one in line.”

“Are you joking me?” I rolled my eyes and plucked Madame Torres out of Mary Ellen’s grip. “You have been about zero help.”

“I showed you the killer.” Her face set in a vicious expression. “It’s up to you to figure it out.”

“Is this true?” The look on Mary Ellen’s face mingled eagerness and tenderness. “If this is true, you need to tell me. I’m the one who was assigned this case and I have a concert in Dubai I would like to attend tomorrow night. I’m in fear I am going to have to cancel because of the mess you have gotten yourself into.”

“She didn’t show me the killer’s face, but I have a sneaky suspicion who it might be and I’m going to follow up on my hunch.” My eyes clouded with visions from Madame Torres’s scene of the fight between Burt and the other woman. “Don’t cancel your plans just yet. I need a little time.”

“Time I can give you.” She waved her hand in the air and disappeared as fast as she came. But not giving me the time she said she could, because Mac McGurtle was knocking on the door and let himself in, Tiffany Rossen following closely behind.

“June.” He nodded, plopping his briefcase down on the desk. He scooted Madame Torres across the desk. “Madame Torres, Mr. Prince Charming.” He greeted each one of my familiars as though it was no big deal that Tiffany was in the room.

His blue eyes looked at Tiffany. He broke into a leisurely smile and pushed his large black-rimmed glasses up on his fat nose before his thick fingers opened the briefcase.

“Shall we?” He put his hand out gesturing me to sit. “Now, we have an agreement here between two parties. Ms. Heal, my client, and Head To Toe Works, your company.” He pulled the contract out and flipped a few pages and stuck it out for Tiffany to get a look.

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