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than him. You understand that, right?”
“I’m not sure,” Bay admitted. “Are you telling me that I shouldn’t like Officer Terry?”
“No,” I replied, shaking my head. “In fact, the more you like him, the better. If you’re ever in trouble, Bay, don’t hesitate to go to him. He’ll move heaven and earth to keep you safe and protected.”
“So … what are you saying?”
“Terry is not your father,” I said, opting for bluntness. “You have a father. You all have fathers. Terry is not going to swoop in and fill that hole in your hearts. I don’t want you to think he is, because that’s not a reasonable assumption.”
“I know he’s not my dad,” Bay said. “I … he’s fun, though. He always makes me laugh.”
“I have a feeling Terry will always be there for you, Bay,” I said. “Don’t worry about that.”
“That’s good,” Thistle said. “As long as he’s in charge of the police we know we’ll never be arrested. We can make him do what we want if we cry.”
I pursed my lips to keep from laughing. Seriously, it’s like looking in a mirror sometimes when I watch that kid. “I’m all for manipulating people to get what you want,” I said. “What you need to remember is that if you do it too often, it will come back to bite you.”
“What will?”
“Karma.”
“That’s what you were talking to Lila about,” Bay said. “When is karma going to get her?”
“Soon.”
“How soon?”
“As soon as I can free up some time in my schedule,” I said, mixing the rest of the herbs together and sealing the concoction into a large baggie. “Okay, we’re ready. Everyone, get your coats, and don’t forget your hats and mittens. I do not want any of you getting sick.”
“Because it will ruin Christmas for us?” Clove asked.
“Because I’ll get yelled at by your mothers,” I shot back. “Everyone, move your butts and head for the car. We’ve got a Christmas to finish saving.”
“I DON’T understand what you’re doing,” Bay said, watching as I sprinkled my spell ingredients on Bernard’s front porch. “Are you trying to make him come back here or are we going to go to him?”
Sometimes the way Bay’s mind works is astonishing. I never considered trying to make Bernard come to us. That would’ve have been much easier to do. “If this doesn’t work, we’ll try to make him come to us,” I replied. “Right now, we’re trying to find out where he is.”
“What if he’s dead in a ditch?” Thistle asked.
“Why does your mind always go there? Is there a reason you’re so morbid?”
“HBO.”
I should have seen that coming. “Well, I’m going to make sure you don’t watch HBO again,” I threatened. “Not everyone who wanders away ends up dead in a ditch.”
“Do some of them?” Clove asked.
“Only flaming asshats,” I replied. “Okay, step back.”
The girls did as instructed, keenly watching me. Magic is the one realm in which they opt for safety and never put up a fight when I order them to do something.
I pressed my hands together, muttered a short incantation – mostly because I didn’t want prying ears to pick it up and repeat it in front of their mothers – and smiled as the ingredients flared to life and formed a magical blue line.
The line led away from Bernard’s house.
“Are we going to follow the line?” Thistle asked.
I nodded.
“Will it lead us to Mr. Hill?”
“It should,” I said. I didn’t add that I hoped the line would lead us to Bernard still living and breathing. If it led us to a body, Christmas was officially going to be ruined – in more ways than one.
“Should we walk the line or drive?” Bay asked, her mind always hopping to the next task that needed to be solved. I’ve never been organized enough to think like that. She is going to make an interesting adult.
“We’re going to drive,” I said. “There’s snow on the sidewalks and that will make walking hard.”
“Thanks to
“I’m not sure,” Bay admitted. “Are you telling me that I shouldn’t like Officer Terry?”
“No,” I replied, shaking my head. “In fact, the more you like him, the better. If you’re ever in trouble, Bay, don’t hesitate to go to him. He’ll move heaven and earth to keep you safe and protected.”
“So … what are you saying?”
“Terry is not your father,” I said, opting for bluntness. “You have a father. You all have fathers. Terry is not going to swoop in and fill that hole in your hearts. I don’t want you to think he is, because that’s not a reasonable assumption.”
“I know he’s not my dad,” Bay said. “I … he’s fun, though. He always makes me laugh.”
“I have a feeling Terry will always be there for you, Bay,” I said. “Don’t worry about that.”
“That’s good,” Thistle said. “As long as he’s in charge of the police we know we’ll never be arrested. We can make him do what we want if we cry.”
I pursed my lips to keep from laughing. Seriously, it’s like looking in a mirror sometimes when I watch that kid. “I’m all for manipulating people to get what you want,” I said. “What you need to remember is that if you do it too often, it will come back to bite you.”
“What will?”
“Karma.”
“That’s what you were talking to Lila about,” Bay said. “When is karma going to get her?”
“Soon.”
“How soon?”
“As soon as I can free up some time in my schedule,” I said, mixing the rest of the herbs together and sealing the concoction into a large baggie. “Okay, we’re ready. Everyone, get your coats, and don’t forget your hats and mittens. I do not want any of you getting sick.”
“Because it will ruin Christmas for us?” Clove asked.
“Because I’ll get yelled at by your mothers,” I shot back. “Everyone, move your butts and head for the car. We’ve got a Christmas to finish saving.”
“I DON’T understand what you’re doing,” Bay said, watching as I sprinkled my spell ingredients on Bernard’s front porch. “Are you trying to make him come back here or are we going to go to him?”
Sometimes the way Bay’s mind works is astonishing. I never considered trying to make Bernard come to us. That would’ve have been much easier to do. “If this doesn’t work, we’ll try to make him come to us,” I replied. “Right now, we’re trying to find out where he is.”
“What if he’s dead in a ditch?” Thistle asked.
“Why does your mind always go there? Is there a reason you’re so morbid?”
“HBO.”
I should have seen that coming. “Well, I’m going to make sure you don’t watch HBO again,” I threatened. “Not everyone who wanders away ends up dead in a ditch.”
“Do some of them?” Clove asked.
“Only flaming asshats,” I replied. “Okay, step back.”
The girls did as instructed, keenly watching me. Magic is the one realm in which they opt for safety and never put up a fight when I order them to do something.
I pressed my hands together, muttered a short incantation – mostly because I didn’t want prying ears to pick it up and repeat it in front of their mothers – and smiled as the ingredients flared to life and formed a magical blue line.
The line led away from Bernard’s house.
“Are we going to follow the line?” Thistle asked.
I nodded.
“Will it lead us to Mr. Hill?”
“It should,” I said. I didn’t add that I hoped the line would lead us to Bernard still living and breathing. If it led us to a body, Christmas was officially going to be ruined – in more ways than one.
“Should we walk the line or drive?” Bay asked, her mind always hopping to the next task that needed to be solved. I’ve never been organized enough to think like that. She is going to make an interesting adult.
“We’re going to drive,” I said. “There’s snow on the sidewalks and that will make walking hard.”
“Thanks to
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