Mistletoe Mojo by Erin Johnson

Author:Erin Johnson [Johnson, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-11-08T23:00:00+00:00

About an hour later, Great-aunt Vivian Lee wandered in just as the last few mourners trickled out. She adjusted the wreath brooch on her long camel coat, then fussed with her little red cap.

By this point, Vix and Donna were raring to go to start preparing the house for the wedding tomorrow, and I’d been stifling my impatience to look into the map Kayce had passed me.

I hurried over to her. “Aunt Vivian. We were just wrapping up a funeral.” I frowned. “Wait—did you walk all the way here from the inn by yourself?”

I glanced past her out the curtained windows of the heavy wooden doors. Our funeral home sat a decent walk from the center of town, an especially difficult trek for someone in their eighties amid a snowstorm.

Vivian slid her handbag higher up her wrist and sniffed. “I was bored. All the family wants to do is talk. Well, Ruby, let me tell you—talk is cheap!”

I stifled a sigh. No matter how many times I’d corrected her, she continued to call me Ruby. I give up.

She pounded a gloved fist into her other palm. “I want action! What’s the latest development in this murder case, hm?”

She sounded like Archer’s grandpa. Maybe bored elderly citizens were an untapped crime-fighting resource. I glanced back at my sisters. Donna whimpered, looking harried as she hugged my little fox familiar to her chest, and Vix simply crossed her arms, looking unamused.

I debated between helping my sisters get the house ready for the wedding and investigating this possible clue into Anders St. Snow’s death. Maybe if I brought Great-aunt Vivian with me, that’d be the best way I could help—by keeping her out of my sisters’ hair.

“Actually, I’ve got a clue to check out. Would you like to join me?”

Great-aunt Vivian’s pale blue eyes lit up. “Lead the way, girlie!”

I held up a finger. “Just need a minute.” I dashed over to my sisters and spoke under my breath as we bent our heads together. “That little girl from the orphanage, Kayce, handed me a map.” I pulled the slip of paper from my pocket and pointed at the dashed line. “I think this is the orphanage and she’s leading me to something out in the woods.”

Donna fretted her pouty lower lip and scratched Snowflake’s head. “That sounds dangerous.”

Vix arched a brow at our youngest sister. “I highly doubt the kid is setting her up.” She leaned closer to me, her expression flat. “Besides, if it gets Aunt Vivian out of here so we can get this entire place decorated before the rehearsal dinner in six hours, I’ll endorse just about anything.”

I winced and checked my wristwatch. “Gumdrops! I almost forgot about the rehearsal dinner.”

Donna gaped at me, and Vix snorted. “Seriously? You’re supposed to be the responsible one.” She lifted a steaming mug of coffee to her lips, though it was already early afternoon. Since Vix worked the graveyard shift—pun intended—it was technically still her morning.

“This is a topsy-turvy world we live in.

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