The Witches Of Foxglove Corners (The Foxglove Corners Series Book 5) by Dorothy Bodoin

Author:Dorothy Bodoin [Bodoin, Dorothy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wings ePress, Inc.
Published: 2010-04-02T04:00:00+00:00

Seventeen

As soon as I turned into the driveway, I saw the bright red banners attached to my scarecrow’s hands. They flapped in the breeze like grotesque appendages dipped in blood.

Taking Halley with me, I walked across the lawn in a rustle of leaves and read the words emblazoned on the material. One said ‘Danger’ and the other ‘Death’. The letters were black and jagged like the writing on the gravestone.

The demented prankster had struck again, on another Saturday when I was away from home. That meant he knew I’d be out this morning. Or maybe not. He could simply have chosen a time when the car was gone.

Trying to hold my anger in check, I ripped the banners off the scarecrow and went inside with Halley where I threw them in the trash. This was another Halloween trick, less disturbing than the first because it didn’t directly involve my dog, but nonetheless upsetting. The invasion was personal, almost a physical blow.

I poured Halley a fresh drink, letting the sound of running water soothe me. By this time next week, the Devil’s holiday would be in the past, and all R.I.P. stones and hellish accessories would be packed away for another season. But Danger and Death were never far away.

Who besides Addie Everett wished me ill?

Through the kitchen window, I glanced at the yellow Victorian, quiet and serene in the afternoon sunlight. If Camille had seen anything amiss, she would have left me a note or a message on my answering machine. She’d be on my porch right now, rapping on the door.

Still, I could ask her...

From inside my purse, the cell phone shrilled. I listened to four rings, wishing I didn’t have to answer it. What if the unseen visitor was calling with a verbal warning?

Well, then I’d know who threatened me.

The receiver felt warm, but my hands were suddenly cold. Keeping my voice steady, I said, “Hello?” and waited.

“Hey, Jennet. Good news.”

“Brent?” Only Brent—in a congenial mood. I took a deep breath and sank into a chair.

“Sure. Who else? It’s tonight at the Cauldron. We’ll leave around seven so we can have some private time before dinner. Just the two of us.”

“You lost me,” I said.

“Tyler Blakeley. Remember? He agreed to meet us at eight.”

“That was fast.”

“When I say I’ll do something, it’s done. So I’ll pick you up. Say at six forty-five?”

He’d just said seven. “Wait—no.”

“You didn’t change your mind, did you?” A barely discernible edge crept into the congeniality.

“No, it’s just...” Brent driving me to the Cauldron would be too much like a date. “I’ll take my own car and meet you. I have a few errands—that is, chores—to do first. I’m not sure when I can get away.”

“Whatever you say, but don’t be late. We’ll have dinner there.”

“That sounds good. Thanks for finding Tyler so quickly.”

“My pleasure, ma’am.”

“Goodbye,” I said, but he had already hung up.

When properly motivated, Brent was remarkably efficient. I wished I could turn the mystery of the Halloween trickster over to his capable hands.

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