Magickal Mystery Lore by Sharon Pape

Author:Sharon Pape
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2018-12-20T21:29:41+00:00

Chapter 24

“Men compartmentalize much better than women do,” Tilly said when I told her the whole sordid tale the next morning. She’d just pulled a tray of blueberry scones out of the oven in her shop and insisted we sit down to taste them. I pointed out that we had only five minutes before opening our doors to customers, so she told me to eat fast or save the rest for later. I sat down next to Merlin, who’d already installed himself at a table as soon as he heard the word taste. Pavlov would have loved him.

Tilly handed out scones and napkins and took her seat. “I guarantee you, as soon as Travis dropped you off last night, he shoved any uncomfortable thoughts and feelings about the incident into a closet and slammed the door shut. You, on the other hand, have probably been reliving every moment of that dinner in a never-ending loop.”

Wise Tilly was at the top of her game. I plucked a warm blueberry out of my scone and popped it into my mouth with a sigh. “So what do you suggest I do about it?”

“Let it go,” Merlin said, spraying bits of scone as he tried to talk around a mouthful of the pastry. “Let it go, let it go, let it go.”

“Frozen?” I asked.

“He watched it three times this week,” Tilly replied. “But it’s not bad advice. Travis is a good man who’s crazy about you. Of course I don’t know Whitney. You might want to keep an eye on her.” I had no idea how to simultaneously “let it go” and yet keep an eye on her, but our five minutes were up. Tilly’s first client was knocking on the door.

I wrapped my uneaten scone in a napkin and headed back to Abracadabra. Unfortunately no one was at my door to distract me. Sashki was deep into his first nap of the day. I busied myself by doing inventory in my storeroom and making a list of supplies I needed to reorder. Not my favorite chore. I was more than ready for a break when Travis called. He’d heard back from his contact in Buffalo. According to the biometric hand scanner in Liam’s office, he was at work in Buffalo the day his sister was killed, hours away in Watkins Glen.

When lunchtime crawled around, I decided to get outside for some fresh air and pop in on a few more of the shopkeepers to see if they could add anything useful to my knowledge about Ava. The mild spring air was soft against my face. It lifted my spirits with every breath. I passed the shops I’d already visited and went into Fido & Friends, the specialty pet store, Blooming Bags, where every purse was handmade by the Finnegan twins, and the Gatwick Gallery, which focused on artists from the surrounding areas. The first two stops didn’t net me any new information. None of the shopkeepers had heard of Ava until after she was murdered.

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