What's a Witch to Do?: A Midnight Magic Mystery (4 page)

I turn around. “Yeah?”

“Thank you. You didn’t have to—”

“Of course I did. Just get dressed, okay? I have a busy day today.”

I take a quick shower and put on clothes but don’t bother with hair or makeup. No time. As I lace up my sneakers, I phone my assistant Billie at the shop, telling her I’ll be late before running into my office to check the potion timer. Ten minutes left.

“Hello?” my sister Debbie calls from downstairs.

“Aunt Debbie,” Cora shrieks, running down the hall from I’d guess Adam’s room.

Sure enough when I step into the hall, Sophie walks from there out toward the stairs. Popular guy. As I pass the room a hand grabs my arm. Adam pulls me toward him. “No one can know I’m here.”

“She’s my sister,” I say, yanking my arm away.

“Mona you can’t trust
anyone.”

“I can trust my sister.”

“You don’t understand,” he says desperately. “I need to tell you—”

“He’s up here,” Cora shouts downstairs. “His name’s Adam, and he’s a real werewolf!”

I cock an eyebrow. “Moot now. Excuse me.”

Debbie and her fiancé, Greg, stand by the front door, gazing up at me with confusion. They’re quite a pair. Her auburn hair is long and curly, but it suits her long face and huge almond eyes. She takes after our mother with lean limbs and freckles across her nose. Greg is every bit the lawyer in preppy clothes complete with popped collar, sandy blonde hair, and regal features. He’s a good man and even asked me for Debbie’s hand in marriage. I’m a sucker for good breeding.

“Werewolves are real too?” Greg asks me. They’ve been together for four years, and he’s still not used to the whole preternatural thing.

“Vampires too,” I say with a smile. “Welcome to our world.”

Debbie rubs her fiancé’s back. “Why is there a werewolf here?”

“Million-dollar question,” I say after a peck to her cheek. “It’s co-op business. Just don’t tell anyone, okay? It’s a little sensitive.” I glance down at the girls. “The same goes for you too. You can’t tell anyone else. Not your friends, not anyone in the family, alright? Pinkie promise?” I hold out my pinkies for them.

“Pinkie promise,” they say.

“Good. Now go get dressed! There’s a lot of wedding stuff Aunt Debbie needs help with today. Go on.” Reluctantly, they go back upstairs. “Coffee?”

Debbie and Greg trail me into the kitchen, which is a mess with milk and Lucky Charms littering the counter. I roll my eyes and get three cups. “So he just showed up last night?” Debbie asks.

“Yeah. Someone did a real number on him.”

“And you let him in? Mona, you could get in trouble or some-
thing.”

“Or more trouble,” I mutter into my cup.

“What?” Debbie asks.

I sigh. “He’s leaving today. No one will ever know he was even here, okay?”

“Then why are the police outside?” Greg asks.

I choke on my coffee. “What?” I cough. I run out of the kitchen toward the front door. Sure enough when I get outside Deputy Roy Timberlake is three houses down inspecting a red Explorer with a missing window as Auntie Sara, who holds my wayward cat, talks his ear off. Oh crap. She looks over at me. “Oh, Mona!” For being in her mid-eighties, she sure can walk fast. Debbie and Greg join me on the lawn just as she reaches us. “Deborah. Gregory.”

“Hi, Auntie Sara,” Debbie says.

The Captain meows in Auntie Sara’s arms, so she hands him to me. “I saw him on my lawn about to go to the bathroom. You really must keep a closer eye on him.”

“I will,” I say, nuzzling his grayish fur. “What’s Roy doing here?”

“I called him, and it’s a good thing I did! That car is stolen, and there’s
blood
inside.”

“Oh my word,” I say, pretending to be scandalized. “Where was it stolen from?”

“Roy said a bar parking lot in Richmond. I noticed it first thing this morning and called right away.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Debbie says.

“Deborah Jean there was a criminal on this street last night while we slept, completely defenseless. I didn’t hear a thing, did you?”

“No. Quiet night,” I say with a smile.

“Well, whoever it was might still be around. You better keep those girls inside today.”

“They’re going with Debbie today, but I’ll be careful,” I say as I start back to the house. “Have a nice day.”

Our smiles drop the moment the front door shuts. The Captain yowls and jumps out of my arms, skittering under the couch in the living room. “What’s up with him?” Greg asks.

“I’m here,” Adam says behind us. We all spin around. He slowly takes one step at a time down the stairs. Daddy’s clothes are too long on him but otherwise he looks good; contrite but good. I definitely wouldn’t call him handsome, he’s not a head turner like Guy, but he is interesting looking with thin lips, close to flat nose, and buggy blue eyes. I shake these thoughts away to focus on the problem at hand.

“You stole a car?” I ask.

“I had no choice,” he says.

“How dare you just show up and drag my sister into your mess,” Debbie snaps.

“I had no choice.”

“You listen to me,” Debbie says, taking a step toward him, “if any harm comes to my sister or nieces because of you, it won’t matter that you’re a werewolf. I will hunt you down and skin you alive, do you understand me?”

“The last thing I want is for any harm to come to your sister. You have my word on that.”

I don’t know if it’s the sincerity in his voice or set mouth, but like me she believes him. Her shoulders slump a tad, but she still turns to me. “Is he a man of his word?”

“We’ll see,” I say.

Like all Southern ladies, the girls have perfect timing. They stroll onto the landing fully dressed, Sophie in jeans and a butterfly shirt, her light brown hair pulled into a ponytail. Cora’s put on her brown corduroy jumper and pink long-sleeved shirt. “What are you talking about?” Sophie asks.

“Grown-up stuff,” I say. “You ready?”

“We’re helping with the wedding,” Cora informs Adam. “I’m a flower girl.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. My dress is pink. That’s my favorite color.”

Obviously put off by the crushing six-year-old as her jaw sets, Debbie says, “Come on girls. Lots to do today. Those birdseed p
ackages aren’t going to ribbon themselves.”

Greg and Debbie help the girls on with their coats before Greg ushers them out the door. “Bye, Adam,” Cora chirps. “Feel better!”

Sophie half smiles at our guest as she walks out. Debbie gives Adam one more glare before shutting the door behind herself. With two less things to worry about now, I start up the stairs past my guest.

“I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused,” Adam says.

“It’s fine. I gotta finish the potion and get a few things. We’ll leave in about five minutes.”

In my office, right as the buzzer dings, I add his hair into the cauldron. The requisite green vapor poofs up—the movies got that part right—and I funnel the liquid into a glass vial. I still have to invoke the magic when we arrive at the farm. Otherwise I’d just give it to him and boot him the hell out. Nothing is ever easy. I pack up the potions from last night, a few other trinkets I need, my four biggest crystals, and my glasses before returning downstairs. Pretty sure I’m forgetting something, as usual, but there’s no time to think about it.

Adam sits on the couch, grimacing in pain as he tries to put on Daddy’s loafers. “They don’t fit.”

I can see blood seeping into his plaid shirt. “Stop bending. Hold on.” I run to the closet and get my pink flip-flops. They’re still small, but he can walk in them. “These will have to do.”

“Thank you,” he says, standing up with a grunt.

“I’ll pick you up a new change of clothes later.” I reach into my pocket and pull out a Celtic amulet, handing it to him. “Put that on.”

He does. “What does it do?” he asks, examining it.

“Nothing yet.” Closing my eyes, I place my hand on the amulet and the other on his forehead. As I pull the magic into me, much like drawing breath into my lungs, my hands tingle with heat. It’s amazing whenever I do this. Right. Every cell of my body feels as if it’s full of light and energy. Like I’m connected to all the power of the universe. Which I kind of am. Thirty seconds later, I open my eyes and he’s vanished. He’s gone.

Damn, I’m good. “There.”

“What did you do?” his disembodied voice asks.

“Turned you into the invisible man. Only works for a couple minutes though. Come on.” I pick up my bag and purse before opening the front door. I can tell by the noise of the flip-flops that he follows me outside. Auntie Sara maintains her usual post on the porch, eyes glued to the deputy talking on his radio. She and I wave as I walk to my car. I open the passenger side on the pretense of putting my stuff onto the floor. “Hey, Auntie Sara?” I call to buy time.

“Yes?”

The car shakes a tad when Adam climbs in. “You have fun at the bake sale! Save me some pig cookies.”

“Of course, dear. You have a good day at work.”

“I will.” I shut Adam’s door and get in on my side. It’s a little odd hearing someone breathing beside me without seeing them. I’ll drive like the wind to the farm. I want this over with. I start the car. We ride past the deputy who waves to me and I him. “Are you sure that car can’t be traced to you?”

“My fingerprints aren’t on file, and I stole it from a bar a few blocks from where I was held, but I can’t be sure. Can I take this thing off? It’s making me hot.”

“Not until we get out of town.” The streets are fairly empty, even the sidewalks, as the majority of the town is still at church. Even the diner has only a few customers. Tamara spots my car from inside and waves. I do the same.

“Friendly town,” Adam’s disembodied voice says.

“Well, don’t start house hunting yet. You get healthy, and you get gone. I don’t care where you go, or how you get there. I am running very low on charity right now.”

My companion doesn’t say a word for a few seconds, doesn’t even breathe, but I can feel him. It’s as if there’s a ghost in the car. “Mona,” he finally says, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

The last person who said that to me was a doctor who then told me my grandfather had lapsed into an irreversible coma. My stomach clenches. “What?”

He sighs. “I think someone inside your coven is trying to kill you.”

The knot loosens. Oh hell’s bells, he almost gave me a coronary for nothing. He might as well have said Debbie was a pod person. “That’s insane,” I chuckle. “Kill me?”

“Yes,” he says as serious as cyanide.

“What? No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Mona.
Yes
.”

This man has lost his mind, but I’ll play along. “Okay, for the sake of argument, let’s say this is true. You know this how?” I ask, still chuckling.

“Because until last night … I was one of the people who was supposed to kill you.”

• Have a nervous breakdown
  

I know smoking is bad. I do. I’d whip the girls if they ever tried a cigarette. And I’m such a hypocrite, because here I am in their empty school parking lot, puffing away. I’m supposed to be a role model, and I’m smoking and pacing like a caged animal. I only smoke in times of extreme stress or depression, and boy do both of those apply now.

My hit man sits half in and out of my car, silently watching me go nuts, concern all over his now-visible face. A concerned hit man, doesn’t that go against the code? “Okay, you need to start at the beginning,” I say, taking another drag.

“About three days ago, a rogue werewolf contacted Jason. He does mercenary work, primarily against other preters. He was approached by Alejandro, Lord Thomas’s second-in-command, about taking out Thomas. And you.”

“Me? Why me? I barely have any contact with the Lord of Richmond or any vampire.”

“The rogue didn’t ask. The only reason he told Jason was he recognized your name and knew you were a …
friend
of the pack,” he says with a scoff.

“How’d he know that?”

“He used to be in the pack, but left about twelve years ago. He’s been to the Christmas party a few times since.” Meaning I’ve probably met this man. “Anyway, it was … decided I would approach Alejandro pretending I wanted in on the plot. That I wanted to kill Jason and become Alpha. Basically, it was a ‘I’ll take care of yours if you take care of mine’ deal.”

“So who wants me dead?”

“I don’t know. I only dealt with Alejandro. He wouldn’t even say her name.”

“Her?”

“As in, ‘This was all her idea.’ I got the impression she and Alejandro were lovers.”

I take another drag of my cigarette. “As far as I know there’s no one in my coven sleeping with a vampire.” I shake my head. “When was this supposed to happen?”

“Sooner rather than later. We were just getting into the details last night when some vampires busted into Alejandro’s house and dragged us out. Lord Thomas must have discovered the plot, so that was the end of Alejandro. I barely escaped, and you know the rest.”

My mind is going a million miles a minute. “B—But wait. Alejandro’s dead. There isn’t a hit man. So whoever wants me dead has no one to do her dirty work.”

“So she’ll probably just do it herself.”

I stub out my cigarette. “Fuck. We need to call George. Get the F.R.E.A.K.S. here. The girls will just have to stay with Tamara or Debbie, I don’t know.”

“For how long? Whoever it is, is going to need to plan. A new time table. It could be tomorrow or six months from now before she tries again.”

Crap, he’s right. I can’t go into hiding. I have two small children in school and nine million other responsibilities. “What do you suggest? Because this is new territory for me. I guess we could call Jason. He might have some ideas.”

“No,” Adam says vehemently. “I would not recommend that.”

“Why the hell not?” I snap.