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Authors: Zoey Kane,Claire Kane

Hexes and X's (Z&C Mysteries, #3)

 

Hexes and X’s

Book 3, Z&C Mysteries

 

by Zoey and Claire Kane

Copyright 2013

 

Published by Breezy Reads

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Epilogue

Though
Hexes and X’s
is part of the Z & C Mystery Series, just like the others, it has a stand-alone plot.

 

THE RIDDLES OF HILLGATE
“Read ‘The Riddles of Hillgate’ and loved it! Can’t wait till the next book comes out!”
Carrie R., Fan from Breezy Reads’ Facebook Page
“I enjoyed it because it was an over the top, slightly crazy mystery. I loved the mother daughter team of Claire and Zoey.”
Colette, A Buckeye Girl Reads
“Read this mind candy book and have a lot of fun with
The Riddles of Hillgate
.”
Stephanie, From Books Paradise
“The descriptive writing of the property, the home and the contents makes it come alive and you can almost see it. In fact, I would love to see this in a movie format.”
Lynn Farris, Mystery Books Examiner
“A very entertaining and fun read.”
Kim, Kim’s Bookish Place

The Riddles of Hillgate
pulled me in right away. I think it is an unique setting and allows for the perfect setting of mystery packed with humor!”
Jill, Seaside Book Nook
 

CRUISE TO MURDER
5 STARS. “The story is quite fascinating with more ambitious content than the first novella and it affords lots of surprises. I was perfectly, wonderfully entertained! Take my advice and read this series. You will not regret, I promise!”
Stephanie, From Books Paradise
“This short mystery is packed with trouble, mystery and intrigue.”
Kari, From the TBR Pile
Cruise to Murder
is, just as The Riddles of Hillgate, a fast, fun and entertaining read.
Kim, Kim’s Bookish Place
I really enjoyed
Cruise to Murder
... You won't be disappointed with this one.
Jill, Seaside Book Nook

 

 

 

 

 

Ye dream to be a treasure hunter? What color be a miserable death, mate? A rainbow, with the luster of heaven fillin’ a casket.

 

Cursed is the sorry seeker. Dry bones of weary men lead to bloody pearls of ol’ smiley—Jolly Roger. Do ye dare place yer foot upon the first X? There be no turnin’ back!

 

—Captain Zachariah Dread, 1803

 

 

ONE

 

“Oh, look—a letter from Matilda Dread.” Claire took a butter knife to open the envelope, as her mother chewed her breakfast toast with sudden interest.

“Dear Zoey and Claire,” she read. “The Red Hatters all enjoyed our cruise so much better because of your clever involvement with the diabolical plan at the Koona Caves. We refer to it as a ‘Cruise to Murder.’ Nothing will ever again match the excitement of danger and adventure we experienced with you two. Thank you.

“Yet, I wish to write of something which I believe will
pique your curiosity. I would like to invite you to visit. I have another case for you to mull over in your keen minds. Lately you two have had a startling propensity to fall into mysteries, and having done so, unravel them.

“I have found a sketch taken from behind a crumbling brick at Coven House that looks just like the aging building. Why would someone want to hide a picture of my coven’s building behind bricks when the two-story Victorian is a visible structure right before everyone’s eyes who drive down Dreary Oak Road?! Further, it was rolled and tied with a small cord—a finger bone in its knot. No, I have not taken it to the police. They would want to keep that as evidence. Coven House was built over two-hundred years ago, so I don’t believe anyone associated with the finger would still be around today.

“I know it has only been two months since the cruise, but I promise you some good cooking, unusual people, and maybe a little adventure.”

Claire set the note on the table with a smile. Autumn sunlight shone through Hillgate Manor’s kitchen windows, feeling warm and pleasant, but the thought of another mystery was the true cause of her delight. “She’s written her phone number at the bottom. Shall we go, Mom?’

“I say, yes!”

“Me too. I like Matilda. You said she claims to be a witch?”

“Well, she was always drawing sidewalk hexes at college for people she considered bad, insulting, or dishonest.”

“How’d that work out?”

Zo pursed her lips and nodded cautiously. “She hexed Timothy Dayward to go bald. He was a womanizer who hurt her feelings. As I hear it, he in fact is bald and wears a toupée.”

“Aren’t half the men in the world balding?”

“Maybe more, but who’s to say about Timothy?”

“Okay. Well, give Matilda a call then and tell her we’ll be coming.”

*

As Zo drove them into the outskirts of Grovesburg, the smell of cow dung sifted sneakily through the Volkswagen Beetle’s vents. The mother and daughter made scrunchy-nose faces at one another, hoping to say sayonara to the stink as soon as possible. A crooked population sign greeted them: “1057.”

“And I thought Riverside was small with just eight-thousand residents!” Claire lowered her aviator sunglasses to the tip of her nose as she eyed the coming acres’ wheat fields drooping in boredom.

The dashboard dinged and the gas tank symbol lit up. Zo sighed. Thankfully they made it into town, rather than being stuck on the seemingly never-ending two-lane highway. She soon pulled into a rusty two-pump station across from a Bebe’s Diner. Claire used it as an opportunity to find out how to exactly get to Matilda Dread’s residence on Catchme Drive.

“You a witch?” the attendant asked Claire.

“Ah, I’ve tried putting a spell on my ex, but he is still doing just fine without me—maybe happier.”

“Too bad, lady. Yer a fine up-towner.” He leaned over the counter and exposed three missing front teeth in his big smile. “You know,” he said in a way that was both comical and repelling, “I’m single. You and me would go great together.”

“Oh, thank you
.” Claire played along. “That’s an offer I haven’t had all day.”

“No problem. Take your time and think it over. I’m here all the time.” He stood straight. “And if you run into a little round woman with fuzzy brown hair, she is a liar. Don’t believe her. I am not betrothed to her. Now, ’bout where Tildy Dread lives. Go out to the stop sign just before the painted cattle crossing. Turn right. That would be Gilmore’s Road of No Return.”

“What happened?” Claire interjected.

“That’s the way old man Gilmore took when he run’d away from his wife. He claimed she was an old battle ax.”

Claire nodded and asked, “Then where?”

“Drive about four miles up and turn left on Dreary Oak. About two miles past Coven House you will see Catchme. You can only turn right there. She’ll be the white house on the right with the unicorn mailbox.”

“And your name is?” She just had to ask.

“Folks ’round here call me Slobber on account of I chew a little black molasses tobacco and have some missing teeth, but,” he added, “I kiss reeeeal good.” He narrowed his eyes as he looked straight into Claire’s, like,
You know what I mean?

“I’ve actually kissed some guys who should share that name with you, Slobber. See you around.” The door’s bell jingled on her way out.

“You find out anything?” Zo asked.

“Yes. I found out how to get to Matilda’s. And, if you run across a little round, fuzzy-haired woman, don’t believe what she has to say. She is a liar.”

 

 

TWO

 

Driving down Main Street, it was apparent the stores had false fronts, making them look larger. Framing went at least five feet above the rooflines. Also like old Wild West saloons and general stores, they were crowded, standing shoulder-to-shoulder. “Claire, there is a pharmacy. And would you look, they call it Doug’s Drug Store. You don’t see anyone referring to pharmacies as
Drug
Stores anymore.”

“Probably because they are tired of people setting up candles and throwing parties outside on the sidewalk. I wonder if Hollywood knows about this place.”

“Stop there. I need to pick up a couple of things before we get to Matilda’s.” Cars parked at a slant, as there were no painted parking lines or meters.

A cord of bells sang as the two entered. After Zo picked up toothpaste and a bottle of Tylenol, she met Claire at the counter, who was buying an eight pack of spring water. Two ladies were standing nearby waiting for their turn, one dressed frumpy in sweats, her flip-flops showcasing dry and cracked feet. The other dressed not much better, and had too much eye shadow. One notices these things while traveling through a new town, sizing things up.

“Mom, come up here.” Claire waved from the front of the line. “It won’t take any more time from these ladies to ring up your two items with mine.”

Zo politely smiled as she made her way to the front. The women had a passive expression in return.

“You two just traveling through?” the gray-haired man asked from behind the cash register.

“No. We’re here to visit Matilda Dread. I went to college with her,” Zo said.

“You a witch?” He didn’t look up as he punched in the sales price.

“Only when provoked by really inconsiderate people, or I am struggling to get open a bag of potato chips.”

The man looked up and studied her a moment. “You are a pretty lady. I think you are speaking figuratively. That will be ten dollars and eighty-five cents, ma’am.”

Zo turned to the two ladies behind her. “This seems to be a common question. Are either of you ladies a witch?” That brought a burs
t of laughter from the pharmacist.

“No,” answered the woman in sweat pants, frankly.

“Well, I never! I’m the preacher’s wife,” the other added.

Claire smiled
warmly. “I bet you threw salt over your shoulder or turned around when a black cat crossed your path.”

“Why, those things are silly traditions of benign superstition
.” The lady defended herself.

Claire nodded while looking into the outraged woman’s eyes.

“If you are worried, pray for me and my daughter? We’re staying with Matilda Dread.”

The irate woman softened more. “Yes, yes, I will.”

The other said, obviously moved, “I will, too.”

“Thank you. I’m Zoey and this is my daughter Claire.”

The one in sweat pants said, “While you all are at it will you pray for me tonight? I’ve been feeling sad, now that Ted left me for Cynthia.”

Zo had enough experience with divorce to be truly empathetic.

After the duo was out on the sidewalk, Claire asked, “Mother, did you mean it when you told them to pray for you?”

“Of course!”

“That’s good. You don’t want anyone Up There mad at you.”

“That is for sure. And, when I’m in a moment of urgency and I yell, ‘Oh God!’ that is actually an instant prayer when I haven’t got time to elaborate. It actually has saved me a couple of times.

“Whew, Claire. I’m glad we had this talk. Next, I want to talk to you about when the daddy bee approaches the mommy flower.”

“Had that talk from Tiffany in fifth grade. She didn’t have it correct, though. I’m more interested in whether I’m right or Jack is: I say salt is for the three-hole shaker and pepper is the two-hole. He argued it was the other way around.”

“I say it all depends.”

“Depends?”

“Yes,” answered Zo, “on whether one has high blood pressure or an inflamed stomach.”

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