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Authors: Rose Pressey
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couldn’t put my finger on it.
Mary Jane stepped out. “Imelda is looking for you.”
“Yeah, I’m coming.”
Mary Jane stood beside me as we watched Rory get into his car. Instead of driving off down the street, he pulled into the alleyway beside Meredith’s shop. We exchanged a look.
“What is he doing?” Mary Jane asked.
I shook my head. “I don’t know. He’s acting weird.”
“Did you ask him about it?”
“He said he didn’t believe that she is involved with magic.”
“We know that’s not true,” Mary Jane said.
“I didn’t know what else to say, so I dropped it after that,” I said.
Just then Rory backed his truck back onto the street. He wasn’t alone in the truck this time. It looked as if a man was in there with him. Of course he had a hat on and sunglasses. It almost looked as if he was trying to wear a disguise.
“Who is that?” Mary Jane asked.
“I don’t know.”
Rory pulled out onto the street in a hurry and took off. Neither of them even looked this way. Maybe it was none of my business, but I needed to know who was in the truck with him. I knew that I couldn’t share everything with Tom. And Rory might not be telling me everything, so I would have to take matters into my own hands. Where would I even start? First I would find out who was in the truck with Rory. Then I needed to learn why Meredith was lying about the spellbooks. Did any of this have anything to do with Reagan’s disappearance?
“Are you there?” Mary Jane touched my arm.
I snapped out of my thoughts. “Yeah, sure.”
“Here come a couple customers.”
“We have to hurry.”
As soon as I had time I would look into all of my questions.
Chapter 11
The sun would set soon. It had been a busy day, but things had settled down now. I’d been so consumed with customers that I hadn’t thought much about the morning’s events. Now that things had grown quiet, the thoughts started seeping back into the front of my mind.
I had thought the last customer had left for the day, but then a man who looked to be in his mid-thirties entered the café. He didn’t make eye contact with me as he slipped into a booth at the front of the café. It was only fifteen minutes until time to close, but that would be just enough time to make his food.
I could start cleaning while he ate. Mary Jane had already left for the day, so I grabbed a menu and headed over toward the table. Grandma Imelda was in the kitchen. She was prepping for tomorrow’s menu. I knew she was trying to keep busy because she was still fuming over finding the spellbook in the kitchen. She’d kept a close eye on that shelf all day in case another book had appeared. Thank goodness nothing else had happened. But I was worried another book would show up overnight once we’d left the café. I was going to have to set up surveillance cameras around the café.
I placed the menu down on the table in front of the man. “Good evening. Welcome to Mystic Café. Would you like something to drink?”
He snatched the menu from the table. “Water.”
His behavior caught me off guard. He’d obviously left his manners at home. I turned without saying another word. After getting a glass of water, I headed back over to the table. Now I was dreading having another interaction with this man.
I placed the water down on the table and then said, “Do you know what you’d like to order?” I tried to use my friendliest tone possible.
“I’ll take a cheeseburger and make it snappy.”
I knew the customer was always right, but this guy was a jerk. The quicker that I got him out of there the better off I’d be. If Grandma Imelda encountered his nasty disposition she’d want to kick him out on his rear.
He tossed the menu at me. “And get rid of this too.”
I bit my tongue and still didn’t say anything. I knew what I was going to do. I’d give him a spell to change his attitude. It might not last long, but it would be enough to make him at least
Mary Jane stepped out. “Imelda is looking for you.”
“Yeah, I’m coming.”
Mary Jane stood beside me as we watched Rory get into his car. Instead of driving off down the street, he pulled into the alleyway beside Meredith’s shop. We exchanged a look.
“What is he doing?” Mary Jane asked.
I shook my head. “I don’t know. He’s acting weird.”
“Did you ask him about it?”
“He said he didn’t believe that she is involved with magic.”
“We know that’s not true,” Mary Jane said.
“I didn’t know what else to say, so I dropped it after that,” I said.
Just then Rory backed his truck back onto the street. He wasn’t alone in the truck this time. It looked as if a man was in there with him. Of course he had a hat on and sunglasses. It almost looked as if he was trying to wear a disguise.
“Who is that?” Mary Jane asked.
“I don’t know.”
Rory pulled out onto the street in a hurry and took off. Neither of them even looked this way. Maybe it was none of my business, but I needed to know who was in the truck with him. I knew that I couldn’t share everything with Tom. And Rory might not be telling me everything, so I would have to take matters into my own hands. Where would I even start? First I would find out who was in the truck with Rory. Then I needed to learn why Meredith was lying about the spellbooks. Did any of this have anything to do with Reagan’s disappearance?
“Are you there?” Mary Jane touched my arm.
I snapped out of my thoughts. “Yeah, sure.”
“Here come a couple customers.”
“We have to hurry.”
As soon as I had time I would look into all of my questions.
Chapter 11
The sun would set soon. It had been a busy day, but things had settled down now. I’d been so consumed with customers that I hadn’t thought much about the morning’s events. Now that things had grown quiet, the thoughts started seeping back into the front of my mind.
I had thought the last customer had left for the day, but then a man who looked to be in his mid-thirties entered the café. He didn’t make eye contact with me as he slipped into a booth at the front of the café. It was only fifteen minutes until time to close, but that would be just enough time to make his food.
I could start cleaning while he ate. Mary Jane had already left for the day, so I grabbed a menu and headed over toward the table. Grandma Imelda was in the kitchen. She was prepping for tomorrow’s menu. I knew she was trying to keep busy because she was still fuming over finding the spellbook in the kitchen. She’d kept a close eye on that shelf all day in case another book had appeared. Thank goodness nothing else had happened. But I was worried another book would show up overnight once we’d left the café. I was going to have to set up surveillance cameras around the café.
I placed the menu down on the table in front of the man. “Good evening. Welcome to Mystic Café. Would you like something to drink?”
He snatched the menu from the table. “Water.”
His behavior caught me off guard. He’d obviously left his manners at home. I turned without saying another word. After getting a glass of water, I headed back over to the table. Now I was dreading having another interaction with this man.
I placed the water down on the table and then said, “Do you know what you’d like to order?” I tried to use my friendliest tone possible.
“I’ll take a cheeseburger and make it snappy.”
I knew the customer was always right, but this guy was a jerk. The quicker that I got him out of there the better off I’d be. If Grandma Imelda encountered his nasty disposition she’d want to kick him out on his rear.
He tossed the menu at me. “And get rid of this too.”
I bit my tongue and still didn’t say anything. I knew what I was going to do. I’d give him a spell to change his attitude. It might not last long, but it would be enough to make him at least
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