Water Witch by Deborah LeBlanc

Author:Deborah LeBlanc
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampire, urban fantasy, thriller, horror, suspense, mystery, paranormal, bayou, supernatural, danger, witches, swamp, ghost, louisiana, tales, paranormal suspense, cajun, supernatural ebook
Publisher: Deborah LeBlanc

CHAPTER TWENTY

Angelle let out a breathless, “Dunny . . . ”

Poochie’s eyes settled on my left hand. She pursed her lips and nodded. “Uh-huh, I knew it was something.” She looked up at me. “So what you can do with dat?”

“Mostly find stuff.”

“Like dem little chil’ren?”

“Maybe.”

Angelle looked as if she’d just seen a UFO, mouth hanging open, eyes wide with that deer-in-the-headlights look.

“It’s okay,” I said to her. “I really don’t think she’ll say anything to anyone.”

“You talkin’ about me sayin’ something? Ha! Not me, no.” Poochie pinched her thumb and forefinger together in front of her mouth, twisted them as if turning a key, then made a tossing motion over her left shoulder. “You see dat? I locked dat all up and t’row away de key. Whatever you got to say gonna stay right here.”

As simplistic as the gesture was, it opened that closet door within me even wider, and I soon found myself telling Poochie everything, starting with the water found on Frieda Hughes’ property. By the time I reached the part about finding Pirate, Angelle had evidently warmed up to my exposing the secret because she started adding little comments. About how much she loved that cat. How devastated she’d been to discover he’d died such a horrible death. How she’d kept my secret all these years and never once told a soul, not even her husband. I followed up with more stories, moving through all the years and incidents that had involved that extra finger.

As amazed as I was at how easily the words spilled out of my mouth, I was even more amazed that Poochie never stopped us once to comment. She listened intently, nodding or shaking her head in commiseration, especially when I told her about the kids who’d teased me at school, calling me Freak and Water Witch—about the men who’d come into my life pretending love, but actually meaning to use me for their own gain.

When I finished, I felt purged, as if someone had lifted a forty pound sack of wet concrete off of my back. The three of us sat in silence for a moment, Poochie studying my finger like it was a puzzle piece and her responsibility was to find out where that piece was supposed to fit.

Her tone was almost reverent when she finally spoke. “It’s hurtin’ you now, huh?”

“Yeah, a little. Cold, but not a hard cold like earlier today.” I volleyed a look between Poochie and Angelle. “When I was outside, near the bayou a little while ago, I picked up a different kind of pain, not cold at all.”

Angelle sat bolt upright. “The kids?”

“I’m not sure. Possibile, though, because I was concentrating on them when I felt it.”

“What did it feel like?”

“Fire. You remember that Fourth of July when we were kids, the time that Black Cat exploded in your hand?”

“God, do I ever.”

“Sort of felt like that, only in the tip of my finger. Weird. Then it pulled up and over, pointing east.”

“So we gotta go find dem in de east?” Poochie asked, leaning closer to me.

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