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really believed we suck as hard as we do.”
    Ingrid sighed and drank more of Cathy’s coffee. After all, it was there, and the damage had already been done. It was also a little counter productive. The truth serum prepared you for a great nap. And she didn’t see herself getting to her bed any time soon. Regardless, she shrugged and took another sip.
    Emily pulled a vial of truth serum out of her pocket and gave it to Cathy and Carol who each sipped half.
    “Try it,” Ingrid suggested.
    “The sky is gr…blue,” Carol said.
    “Always that one,” Ingrid commented and Emily nodded.
    “The world is sq…round.” Cathy said, noting their byplay.
    “Did you kill that guy Joe,” Emily asked.
    “No,” both sisters said at once. Cathy relaxed a bit next to Ingrid and then said, “This is very relaxing. I have been struggling with pain in my back all day and it all just slipped away.”
    “Really?” Ingrid asked and then thought about it. Hey! Her boobs didn’t hurt. Cathy was totally right. Ingrid was still hungry though and could totally go for some tacos. Or those fruit dumpling things. Or a chocolate croissant from Papa Pandolfi’s Pastries back home.
    “Cathy,” Carol said. “Magic is real.”
    “Or truth serums are,” Cathy said. She stretched her arms up over her head and then down to her feet. “This is fantastic. I want more.”
    “Give me your address,” Ingrid told her. “I’ll mail you a ton. But you won’t be able to lie to people.”
    “I try not to do that anyway,” Cathy said, “And I don’t care. My back and neck and shoulders don’t hurt.”
    “Not even the nice lies we tell people like when I told Emily that I think her hair looked good after that last butcher job.”
    “Rude,” Emily said. “I’ll punch you in the throat!”
    Ingrid didn’t even look over at Emily. There was a twinge of guilt, but it had needed to be said anyway. Cause Em didn’t need to do that cut again! She already had an out-of-control mop of curls, no need to make it worse with weird hacks on them.
    “You’re jealous of my curls,” Emily said, pushing back her ‘fro.
    “Yes,” Ingrid agreed. “So much so.”
    “Brat,” Emily said and stretched next to Cathy, following her movements like they’d just joined some sort of on-the-murder-scene yoga class.
    “Well, if you didn’t do it,” Ingrid said with a sigh. “Who did?”
    “And how long until we can leave and eat?” Emily added.
    “For real,” Carol and Ingrid said in unison.

Chapter 7
     
     
    “Let’s just figure this out ourselves,” Carol said. “If it isn’t us and it isn’t you. We have that weird shapeshifter wife and who else?”
    Emily looked at the older women and then at Ingrid who was yawning as she sipped from her coffee. Yes. Why not add in the sisters to the sleuthing? They were…detectives in disguise. Who would believe these ladies were trying to solve a crime? No one! Emily didn’t even believe it and she’d heard the suggestion.
    “The creepy girl-crone who said she didn’t do it under truth serum,” Ingrid yawned again, shuddering as she reached the pinnacle of the yawn.
    “And the ghost,” Emily said to the two older women. “Once you go from trails of rose petals to weeping blood, you’re a murder suspect.”
    “Oh, I like that one.” Carol rubbed her hands together and started typing a list into her phone.
    “I don’t,” Cathy replied. “She already got tried as a witch and separated from her love. Now we’re pinning crimes on her for no good reason? Who else is there?”
    Cathy looked at Carol with a tinge of disgust. Ingrid recognized it. It was an expression she’d seen on Emily’s face too many times. These two were friends in addition to be sisters.
    “The vampire,” Emily said. “But he’s pretty and I don’t want it to be him even though I sort of have a boyfriend.”
    “He is pretty,” Carol agreed. “What do you mean sort of?”
    “Dean is probably the one. He’s on