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which of course, was next door to my house.
Their jaws all dropped when they saw me emerge from Alder’s car. I mumbled my goodbyes to Alder and walked over to them, feeling awfully guilty and at the same time, annoyed for myself for feeling guilty. Alder had not so long ago confided in me that he was a Dark Witch too, and while he had asked me not to tell the others, he had also said I could tell them if I really wanted to do so. I felt in an awkward position, keeping Alder’s secret from my friends.
“Amelia, good to see you,” Ruprecht said, obviously in an attempt to relieve the tension. “Come inside to Camino’s. We have new information.” I saw he was clutching the Book of Shadows to him.
“This is a surprise,” Thyme whispered to me as we walked in behind the others.
“You knew I was having dinner with Alder.”
Thyme winked at me. “I didn’t expect you’d be back so soon.”
I frowned at her. Oh well, I suppose being teased wasn’t as bad as her acting weird that I was with Alder. I chose to remain silent.
Ruprecht knocked once and then turned to me. “I’m returning your Great Aunt Thelma’s Book of Shadows to you.”
“Thelma couldn’t have foreseen that I’d summon a spirit,” I said sadly, just as Camino opened the door. She was dressed as a giant, olive-brown, spotted toad. I squealed, while the others, even the usually unflappable Ruprecht, gasped.
“Is that a new onesie, Camino?” Ruprecht asked her.
Camino twirled like a ballet dancer, as far as one could tell given that she was dressed as a toad. “Do you like it?” she asked proudly through the huge mouth. “It’s a cane toad onesie.”
Everyone nodded, although far from enthusiastically. “Um, aren’t cane toads very dangerous, like, um, venomous?” I asked her. I recoiled from the enormous fake warts on the suit.
Camino laughed. “Exactly! You don’t mess with them! Oh, I don’t spit poison, by the way.”
Well, that was reassuring. We all hurried past Camino into her living room. Camino’s house always made me feel like I was stepping back in time, entering another era. The old-fashioned and drab furniture was nevertheless enlivened by the countless candles placed around the room, and the arcane fragrances that emanated from them.
Camino indicated we should all sit. As she did so, she fell backward over a chair, and her webbed feet pitched skyward. The nearest candles quivered, sending a ripple of shadows across the walls. Mint struggled to right her while Ruprecht averted his eyes.
“Now to business,” Ruprecht said when the toad was sitting comfortably. “Amelia, while you were, err, away, we made a list of suspects. We have Fred, Craig and Kayleen, Laurence Burleigh, and Penny Plank. It’s not a hard and fast list, by any means, but it’s a start.”
I had pricked up my ears at the mention of Penny Plank. “I know the others, but I’ve never met Penny Plank.”
“She’s Scott’s ex-wife,” Ruprecht explained, but I already knew that.
“Does she live in town?” I asked him.
Ruprecht shook his head. “She hasn’t been in town for years, and she wasn’t at the memorial service this morning, but Camino saw her in town today.”
Thyme spoke up. “Are you sure it was her?”
Camino nodded. At least, I think that’s what she was doing. It was hard to tell, given that she was ensconced in a deadly toad suit. “I saw her coming out of the police station late this afternoon, and she didn’t look happy.”
“Well, perhaps the detectives called her in for questioning,” I said. “That’s not suspicious in itself, is it?”
Ruprecht looked solemn. “She lives in Port Macquarie, actually. That’s a few hours’ drive from here. I do find it suspicious that she just happened to be in town when her ex-husband was murdered, given that I haven’t seen her here for years. No doubt, the police would share my view.”
“Yes, that certainly does seem fishy,” I said. “But if they have
Their jaws all dropped when they saw me emerge from Alder’s car. I mumbled my goodbyes to Alder and walked over to them, feeling awfully guilty and at the same time, annoyed for myself for feeling guilty. Alder had not so long ago confided in me that he was a Dark Witch too, and while he had asked me not to tell the others, he had also said I could tell them if I really wanted to do so. I felt in an awkward position, keeping Alder’s secret from my friends.
“Amelia, good to see you,” Ruprecht said, obviously in an attempt to relieve the tension. “Come inside to Camino’s. We have new information.” I saw he was clutching the Book of Shadows to him.
“This is a surprise,” Thyme whispered to me as we walked in behind the others.
“You knew I was having dinner with Alder.”
Thyme winked at me. “I didn’t expect you’d be back so soon.”
I frowned at her. Oh well, I suppose being teased wasn’t as bad as her acting weird that I was with Alder. I chose to remain silent.
Ruprecht knocked once and then turned to me. “I’m returning your Great Aunt Thelma’s Book of Shadows to you.”
“Thelma couldn’t have foreseen that I’d summon a spirit,” I said sadly, just as Camino opened the door. She was dressed as a giant, olive-brown, spotted toad. I squealed, while the others, even the usually unflappable Ruprecht, gasped.
“Is that a new onesie, Camino?” Ruprecht asked her.
Camino twirled like a ballet dancer, as far as one could tell given that she was dressed as a toad. “Do you like it?” she asked proudly through the huge mouth. “It’s a cane toad onesie.”
Everyone nodded, although far from enthusiastically. “Um, aren’t cane toads very dangerous, like, um, venomous?” I asked her. I recoiled from the enormous fake warts on the suit.
Camino laughed. “Exactly! You don’t mess with them! Oh, I don’t spit poison, by the way.”
Well, that was reassuring. We all hurried past Camino into her living room. Camino’s house always made me feel like I was stepping back in time, entering another era. The old-fashioned and drab furniture was nevertheless enlivened by the countless candles placed around the room, and the arcane fragrances that emanated from them.
Camino indicated we should all sit. As she did so, she fell backward over a chair, and her webbed feet pitched skyward. The nearest candles quivered, sending a ripple of shadows across the walls. Mint struggled to right her while Ruprecht averted his eyes.
“Now to business,” Ruprecht said when the toad was sitting comfortably. “Amelia, while you were, err, away, we made a list of suspects. We have Fred, Craig and Kayleen, Laurence Burleigh, and Penny Plank. It’s not a hard and fast list, by any means, but it’s a start.”
I had pricked up my ears at the mention of Penny Plank. “I know the others, but I’ve never met Penny Plank.”
“She’s Scott’s ex-wife,” Ruprecht explained, but I already knew that.
“Does she live in town?” I asked him.
Ruprecht shook his head. “She hasn’t been in town for years, and she wasn’t at the memorial service this morning, but Camino saw her in town today.”
Thyme spoke up. “Are you sure it was her?”
Camino nodded. At least, I think that’s what she was doing. It was hard to tell, given that she was ensconced in a deadly toad suit. “I saw her coming out of the police station late this afternoon, and she didn’t look happy.”
“Well, perhaps the detectives called her in for questioning,” I said. “That’s not suspicious in itself, is it?”
Ruprecht looked solemn. “She lives in Port Macquarie, actually. That’s a few hours’ drive from here. I do find it suspicious that she just happened to be in town when her ex-husband was murdered, given that I haven’t seen her here for years. No doubt, the police would share my view.”
“Yes, that certainly does seem fishy,” I said. “But if they have
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