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as she answered, "Yes, I know her. We're not close friends. She's in a different coven, but I do know her. Did you find her?"
"Not yet, but I just took the job today and have scarcely started my research. I may not be over for a couple of days because I want to move fast on this case. I hope you understand."
She hid the disappointment she felt at the thought of not seeing him. "Absolutely. Just find her."
They exchanged some pleasantries and hung up.
The next day, Jeff called to talk to her but had no progress to report on Justine's case. The following day he called again. Jeff apologized, "Sorry to call so late, but I found Justine..."
Gail interrupted, "It's not late for me. It's not quite 2:00 am. I just got home from work. So, is she okay?"
The silence at the other end revealed the answer before he spoke. "I'm afraid not."
More silence.
Gail squared her shoulders. Even though it was bad news, she wanted to know the details. "Tell me, Jeff. Tell me everything."
"I don't really know how to break it to you gently. I found her in a wooded area, tied up with a bullet hole in her head. I'm trying to track down who did this. Trust me, Gail. Whoever is responsible will pay."
Silence.
"Gail, are you okay?"
She did not want her voice to betray how much his news hurt. After taking a deep breath, she calmly answered, "I'm fine. Thank you for telling me about Justine and may the Goddess help you in your search. I need to go now, Jeff. Please be safe." She hung up. Cold shivers raced through her and she hung her head in sorrow. Even though she had not been close friends with Justine, she had been a fellow witch. Another witch was dead. She truly hoped Jeff would be able to track down whomever was responsible and put an end to this. "Please, Goddess, take care of Justine and even though he's not a believer, please watch over Jeff and keep him safe," she choked out in an emotional whisper.
Chapter 4
Gail stepped out the shower, dried herself, and walked into the bedroom. Her thoughts turned to Jeff. They talked every day, but he had not been over all week. From the corner of her eye, she saw a movement in the shadows of her closet. In desperation, she looked around for some type of weapon. Her stomach knotted and her heart raced. Sure it was not Greta and in a voice that reflected her extreme fright, she demanded, "Who's there?"
"Me," a male voice answered, and Jeff stepped out of the shadows.
Thank the Gods! She ran over and leapt into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and covering his face with wet kisses.
"Hi, beautiful," he finally managed, for which she covered his face with more wet kisses.
"You scared the crap out of me!" she admonished. "If I'd had a gun, I probably would've shot you dead."
Jeff laughed. "I don't think so. You can't hit the broad side of a barn. I'd trust my reflexes any day to avoid shots fired by a wild witch with a gun." Typically he was confident, even smug, about his abilities and this was apparent in his reply.
"Oh, you!" She hugged him more and clamped her legs tighter around his waist.
"Where's Greta? How did you get in here?"
"Night off. Talked to her earlier… Gail, calm down, I'm trying to explain," he managed.
At last, she let her feet fall to the floor. She put on a pair of panties and a nightshirt then led him into the kitchen where she poured them something to drink.
"So, how did you get in here?" she asked.
Grinning, he gazed at her. "I had the safeguards on this house installed. I wouldn't be very good at my job if I couldn't get past them now, would I?"
He sat at the table while she fixed drinks and gushed about how glad she was to see him. Although she made a number of attempts to broach the subject of his investigation and how it was going, he carefully changed the topic.
"I'd rather not discuss it. Let's just say that my investigation is
"Not yet, but I just took the job today and have scarcely started my research. I may not be over for a couple of days because I want to move fast on this case. I hope you understand."
She hid the disappointment she felt at the thought of not seeing him. "Absolutely. Just find her."
They exchanged some pleasantries and hung up.
The next day, Jeff called to talk to her but had no progress to report on Justine's case. The following day he called again. Jeff apologized, "Sorry to call so late, but I found Justine..."
Gail interrupted, "It's not late for me. It's not quite 2:00 am. I just got home from work. So, is she okay?"
The silence at the other end revealed the answer before he spoke. "I'm afraid not."
More silence.
Gail squared her shoulders. Even though it was bad news, she wanted to know the details. "Tell me, Jeff. Tell me everything."
"I don't really know how to break it to you gently. I found her in a wooded area, tied up with a bullet hole in her head. I'm trying to track down who did this. Trust me, Gail. Whoever is responsible will pay."
Silence.
"Gail, are you okay?"
She did not want her voice to betray how much his news hurt. After taking a deep breath, she calmly answered, "I'm fine. Thank you for telling me about Justine and may the Goddess help you in your search. I need to go now, Jeff. Please be safe." She hung up. Cold shivers raced through her and she hung her head in sorrow. Even though she had not been close friends with Justine, she had been a fellow witch. Another witch was dead. She truly hoped Jeff would be able to track down whomever was responsible and put an end to this. "Please, Goddess, take care of Justine and even though he's not a believer, please watch over Jeff and keep him safe," she choked out in an emotional whisper.
Chapter 4
Gail stepped out the shower, dried herself, and walked into the bedroom. Her thoughts turned to Jeff. They talked every day, but he had not been over all week. From the corner of her eye, she saw a movement in the shadows of her closet. In desperation, she looked around for some type of weapon. Her stomach knotted and her heart raced. Sure it was not Greta and in a voice that reflected her extreme fright, she demanded, "Who's there?"
"Me," a male voice answered, and Jeff stepped out of the shadows.
Thank the Gods! She ran over and leapt into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and covering his face with wet kisses.
"Hi, beautiful," he finally managed, for which she covered his face with more wet kisses.
"You scared the crap out of me!" she admonished. "If I'd had a gun, I probably would've shot you dead."
Jeff laughed. "I don't think so. You can't hit the broad side of a barn. I'd trust my reflexes any day to avoid shots fired by a wild witch with a gun." Typically he was confident, even smug, about his abilities and this was apparent in his reply.
"Oh, you!" She hugged him more and clamped her legs tighter around his waist.
"Where's Greta? How did you get in here?"
"Night off. Talked to her earlier… Gail, calm down, I'm trying to explain," he managed.
At last, she let her feet fall to the floor. She put on a pair of panties and a nightshirt then led him into the kitchen where she poured them something to drink.
"So, how did you get in here?" she asked.
Grinning, he gazed at her. "I had the safeguards on this house installed. I wouldn't be very good at my job if I couldn't get past them now, would I?"
He sat at the table while she fixed drinks and gushed about how glad she was to see him. Although she made a number of attempts to broach the subject of his investigation and how it was going, he carefully changed the topic.
"I'd rather not discuss it. Let's just say that my investigation is
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