Strange Magic_An Essex Witch Museum Mystery by Syd Moore

Author:Syd Moore [Moore, Syd]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Oneworld Publications
Published: 2017-05-04T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

‘We need to find a hotel with Wi-Fi,’ said Sam as soon as we got out.

The air was fresh and sun-stroked. I was still thinking about Ben and the strange connection that I had experienced in the museum. ‘Here?’ I said vaguely, trying to address the task at hand. ‘In Boscastle?’

‘No,’ Sam shook his head. ‘Too small. All the hotels are full. Look at them. Easter hols. We’ll hit Tintagel. More touristy. More options.’

‘Okay,’ I said, inserting a skip into my gait. I had to just to keep up with him. ‘Can you do stuff on your phone and see if you can track down Strinder’s executors?’

‘I’ll need my laptop for that, but yes, of course I’ll try that next.’

‘Good,’ I said. ‘Was that George calling?’

He nodded glumly.

‘Any news?’

‘No. Only wanted to know if we’d had any luck.’

‘Oh, right,’ I said. An image of the blonde woman weeping as she stood near her son’s bed flashed into my mind. Poor Lauren Harris. I swallowed. ‘What did you tell him?’

‘Said I’d phone him back when we actually had them in our possession.’

‘Fair enough.’

Then he lowered his gaze to the pavement, and said more quietly, ‘This morning I said I’d phone him in a couple of hours. Told him they were in Boscastle.’

I wanted to go up and squeeze him on the arm. He wasn’t the only one who’d assumed too much. But anyway, I didn’t. I just went, ‘Well, we’ll have to find them pronto, won’t we?’

I think he appreciated the solidarity.

A breeze had come up from the west as we simultaneously broke into a jog. The trees rustled, making the same noise as the crashing waves behind us. For a moment I imagined them Nature’s cheerleaders waving their leafy pom-poms and cheering us on.

Although the sun was starting to fade, my black jeans were soaking up every last ray. It was with some relief I swung myself into the shady interior of the car, wound down the window and climbed the southern hill.

By the time we had got out of the village, the breeze was fast turning into a coastal squall and clouds had begun to scud across the sun.

Sam had his head down, eyes burning a hole in his phone screen. At least that’d distract him from barking out his usual back-seat commentary. I could well do without it now. I was out of sorts. When I was in the clear bright light, I felt resolved, even borderline positive. But whenever the car fell into shadow, my mood dipped, hands grew cold on the steering wheel and I started with the jitters. The ups and downs of witch-hunting were taking their toll on me.

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