Page 45 of Last Witch Attempt
“I have no idea.”
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Iwanted to see the place where the bodies were found. I was about to suggest to Landon that we head out—just the two of us—when Steve announced they had a Zoom call with the mother of one of the victims.
“I think it’s best if we’re all involved,” he explained to Landon and Chief Terry.
“No problem,” Landon replied, sparing a quick glance at me. “What are you going to do?”
“I might try to track down Aunt Tillie.”
Landon arched a speculative eyebrow but didn’t respond.
“I also might take a walk.”
He didn’t say anything immediately, instead being careful to weigh his options before speaking. “Take Aunt Tillie’s number one sidekick,” he said finally.
That was already my plan but being ordered to do so irritated me. “Maybe.”
“Bay.” Landon’s voice was low and full of warning.
“Is something going on?” Steve asked, picking up on the tension.
“No,” I answered automatically. If Steve believed marital tensions were going to be an issue, he might try to separate Landon and me … and that was the last thing I wanted. “We were just talking about Aunt Tillie. I think I might try to track her down.”
Landon gave me an indecipherable look. “I told Bay to be careful because we don’t know what we’re dealing with.”
“Definitely,” Steve agreed. “If there’s a monster, I don’t want you taking it on without backup.”
That was all well and good for him to say—and I understood why he was saying it—but in truth there was very little fifty FBI agents could do to protect me if we were up against one paranormal creature with extensive magic. This wasn’t some movie. It wasn’tUnderworld, where they managed to catch the sun in bullets and shoot vampires through the chest. His men could be helpful in certain situations—like if there were fifty arachnids to take out—but one powerful paranormal would be too much.
“I very much doubt I’ll find trouble today,” I assured him. “Well, other than Aunt Tillie. She’s full of trouble.”
“So much trouble,” Landon agreed darkly.
“I’ll be fine.” I let my gaze rest on Landon’s agitated face. “I’ll text you when I know where I end up.” I squeezed his hand even though that probably wasn’t proper FBI behavior. “By the way, I saw Cam.” I turned to Steve. “She said you were having her question everyone in town.”
“We want to know if anyone saw the victims,” he replied. “Perhaps they were with our suspect at some point.”
That seemed unlikely. “That makes sense.” I smiled but I wasn’t feeling very happy. “Will she be staying at the inn?”
“No. There’s only money in the budget for two rooms. If Landon required a room, Spencer wouldn’t be able to stay.Since that’s not the case, we have a solid team here during the overnight hours.”
“Well … I’m sure I’ll see you at dinner. Mom was baking a huge cake earlier.”
Landon perked up. “What type of cake?”
“Chocolate.”
“Awesome.” He pumped his fist, then recovered. “I would’ve married Bay simply for access to her mother’s cooking,” he explained to his co-workers. “Thankfully I happened to fall head over heels in love with her at the same time.”
“We’re all thankful for that,” Steve assured him.
I gave Landon a dirty look. “That was over the top,” I hissed when the others had moved several feet from us.
He mock clutched at his heart. “You take Evan with you if you go back out there. Promise me.”
