Page 106 of Last Witch Attempt
“She’s aware that Travis is dead?” Steve asked.
“I told her.” There was no mirth in Hunter’s eyes now. “She’s not taking it well. She doesn’t understand what happened. She refuses to believe an affair was going down and that this might be aFatal Attractionsituation.”
“That’s not what we’re dealing with.” Steve slid his eyes to me. “I believe my consultant would like to speak with her. She has unique insight into certain things.”
“Okay,” Hunter said. “Terry and Landon use her as a consultant often.” He was trying to be helpful, and it worked.
“Right.” Steve bobbed his head. “You’ve worked with them before.”
“Numerous times,” Hunter confirmed. He took a step to the side. “Go ahead and do what you need to do,” he said to me. “I’m going to walk the perimeter again.” He took a step away, then paused. “The body was found in Hemlock Cove and yet taken from here. No one mentioned a vehicle. How did a lone woman get a healthy young man that far without a vehicle?”
“You guys should get on that,” I instructed Steve and Spencer. “I’m going to talk to Wendy.” I didn’t wait for a response. Instead, I marched in that direction, Landon on my heels.
“I like when you get bossy,” he whispered as he followed.
“If we manage to get through all of this and survive the day, I’ll show you just how bossy I can get at home tonight.”
“Now you’re talking my language.”
I was calm and sympathetic as I approached Wendy. “Mrs. Travis? I’m Bay Winchester. I’m with the FBI.
She balked. “You don’t look like an FBI agent.”
“I wear a few different hats.” This woman wasn’t going to give me what I wanted. She was too far gone. She was confused, and I didn’t have time for her to work things out. “I’m really sorry about this.”
Confusion had Wendy scrunching up her nose. “For what? For my husband dying?”
“That and this,” I confirmed. I grabbed both sides of Wendy’s head and she immediately went ramrod straight.
“Geez, Bay,” Landon complained as he shielded the sight line between Wendy and Hunter’s fellow Shadow Hills police officers. “Give me some notice next time.”
“Sorry.” I started sifting through what I could see in Wendy’s mind. Mind magic was not my strong suit, but I knew a few tricks thanks to Aunt Tillie. “Huh,” I said after a few minutes.
“What is it?” Landon asked. He kept darting worried looks between the other law enforcement representatives—including Steve—and me. “Get what you need and get out of there.”
I took his advice and let go of Wendy’s head, taking a big step away from her. The woman was dazed, her eyes unfocused.
“Did you get what you need?” Landon asked.
I nodded. “The naiad put a little something in Wendy’s head. She wanted me to have the information.”
Landon was taken aback. “Is that good or bad?”
“It could be a trap.”
“What did she show you?”
“A house.” I rattled off the address, and he typed it in.
“That house belongs to Greg Prentiss,” Landon said.
“Okay, I know everyone the naiad is going after. I think she wanted me to see it so I’d be aware when she’s done. Now that Travis is dead, there are only two people left on her list.”
“I assume Prentiss is one.”
“He’s the warlock.”
“We kind of figured that out ourselves.”
