What the Hex? (A Paranormal P.I. Mystery Book 1)

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the casino owed me an apology. I wouldn’t push my luck and ask for one though.
    “So they had kicked Morgan out?”I asked .
    “Apparently that was a new development,” Joe said. “I guess she had a bit of a gambling problem considering she spent so much time here.”
    “You don’t know the specifics of why she was asked to leave?” Derek asked.
    Joe shook his head. “No, but I’ll try to find out for you.”
    I had no idea if this had any relevance, but it was definitely a start. And it felt good to know I was vindicated. Now Derek couldn’t make fun of me for it. Though he’d probably find something new to make fun of me for .
    “Thanks a lot,” Derek said and then shook his hand.
    I smiled. “Thanks again.”
    Once Joe walked away, we thanked Russell and then headed out of the casino. Of course I still watched to see if anyone was making a move for me.
    “Maybe Morgan owed a lot of money?” I asked as we walked out the door.
    So far so good.
    “But what would Amber have to do with that?” Derek asked.
    “I guess we need to find out more about Amber and her relationship with Morgan, don’t we?”
    How would we uncover for sure if Morgan had a gambling problem? A few employees watched me as I walked away from the entrance. Now I knew why. They must have seen Morgan here a lot. Of course now I was curious. Did we really look similar? Based on the picture of Morgan, I didn’t think we looked alike at all.
    Hurrying to the car, I climbed behind the wheel. As I shoved the key into the ignition, I released a deep breath.
    “At least you can gamble now,” Derek said.
    I started the car and pulled away. “I don’t even like to gamble.”
    “Maybe you should start,” he said. 

Chapter 11
     
    After dropping Derek off at his car, I stopped at a café for a quick bite. On my way out my cell rang. George was calling. When I answered, he didn’t speak. Of course this sent me into a panic. Terrible scenarios played out in my mind. Had he been kidnapped? Had Steve done something horrific to George? Immediately I dialed George’s number again and waited with bated breath for him to answer. Since he still didn’t pick up, I grabbed my keys and headed for my car. Thank goodness when I reached the car he called back.
    “George, are you okay?” I asked as soon as I answered.  
    “Someone broke in again,” he said breathlessly.
    “Oh, George, are you okay?” I opened my car door and jumped behind the wheel.
    He released a deep breath. “I’m fine. Just a little shaken. I barely even remember dialing your number.”
    “I’ll be there right away, but if you feel you’re in danger you should call the police right away. Maybe they can find the person who broke in.”
    “I’ll have to break out my karate skills. I’m a little rusty, but it’s like riding a bike. It’ll come back to me.”
    A picture of little George attempting a karate kick popped into my head. I hurried out of the parking lot. I didn’t want George fighting with anyone.
    After fighting traffic, I pulled up to the office and jumped out of the car. As I ran toward the door, I glanced around to see if I noticed anything suspicious. I was sure that the person was gone now though. Apparently they were intent on scaring George. But why? Just to get at me? Was it really Steve? Maybe it could be someone else. Derek probably wasn’t without his enemies.
    I opened the main entrance and ran to my door. I hoped the damage wasn’t too extensive. George was probably holding off telling me about the extent of the destruction. I rushed through the door and found George pacing. Again nothing looked out of place.
    “George, where’s the damage?” I asked.
    He pointed toward the floor beside the door. There was a broken vase on the floor with the flowers spilled out.
    “Is that it?” I asked.
    He frowned. “Isn’t that enough?”
    I reached down and picked up the vase. I hardly doubted I could get the police to come by and check a broken

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