A Witch Before Dying: A Wishcraft Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
Pepe clung to my collar. The first thing I saw when I cleared the fence surrounding the Dumpster was a man crumpled facedown on the ground. I tossed aside my purse and Upala bag and dropped to my knees to roll the body over. I gasped when I saw Jonathan’s pale face. I did a quick check for blood and found none. He had no visible injuries at all. Archie landed on the Dumpster. “Is he dead?” “Must you be so morbid?” Pepe asked. “It’s a fairly obvious question to ask,” Archie retorted. “He’s breathing,” I said, relieved. His pulse was strong under my fingertips, but he didn’t look well at all. Sallow skin, hollow eyes, sunken cheeks. His skin was cool and clammy. “Jonathan!” Placing my hand on his chest, I gave him a little shake. After a long second, his eyes fluttered open and he moaned. Blinking at me as if trying to focus, he said, “Darcy?” I had pulled out my cell phone. “I’m calling an ambulance. Don’t move, okay?” I didn’t know whether he had a head injury I couldn’t see.
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