Page 82 of All My Witches
“Okay, more specifically, what did you see at the cabin when you went with your friends to apprehend Ms.Kane?”
“Oh, well, her more evil triplet led us to the cabin and then magically disappeared at the same time her most evil triplet took off in the woods. Then she walked out of the cabin with a ray gun and Thistle tackled her. Then we miraculously ended uphere.”
“And who isThistle?”
“Oh, right.” Sam searched his memory. “Cora Devane. She tackled Ms.Kane.”
Aunt Willa smiled. “Thank you. No furtherquestions.”
“That’s it?” Sam moved to stand, but a member of Aunt Tillie’s dream team held up a hand to still him. “That’s not all. I should’veknown.”
“I have just one question.” The man had broad shoulders and a bushy beard, sparkplug eyebrows and a smarmy smile. I disliked him on sight. “I’m Reginald Winthrop Warren Windbag Jr.,” he introduced himself. “I’m lead counsel for Ms.Kane.”
“Your name is Windbag?” Sam smiled. “That’s just …awesome.”
Reginald ignored the dig. “As I said, I have only one question foryou.”
“Great.”
“How long have you hated thedefendant?”
Whatever question Sam was expecting, that clearly wasn’t it. “I don’t hateher.”
“Do you likeher?”
“Not rightnow.”
“So how long have you hatedher?”
Sam shrugged. “About threehours.”
“No more questions, yourhonor.”
“You may take your seat, Mr.Wharton.”
The judge spoke for the first time, and I couldn’t help smiling when I recognized Chief Terry. He looked grave, a gavel gripped in his hand as if he were really listening, and I found the entire sceneadorable.
“He’s a vampire by night and a judge by day,” I mused. “That’s kind offun.”
“Yes, I can’t wait to tell him about it.” Landon tightened his grip on my hand. “One down. Five togo.”
“Six to go,” I corrected. “Aunt Tillie has to take the stand, too. She’ll be thefinale.”
“I can’t wait forthat.”
MARCUS’QUESTIONS WERE EVENsparser than the ones hurled atSam.
“How is it that you grew to be so handsome?” Aunt Willaasked.
“Just lucky, Iguess.”
“No further questions, yourhonor.”
“I have no questions for this witness,” Reginaldsaid.
Thistle made a disgusted face. “I always knew he was her favorite. She’s not even torturing him a littlebit.”
“You sound disappointed about that,” Landon saiddryly.
