Death Of A Neighborhood Witch (Jaine Austen Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
Hurlbutt. If he’d really been tailing me, would he have been foolish enough to stay right behind me where I could see his face in my rearview mirror? Of course not! Mr. Hurlbutt was a mild-mannered milquetoast who couldn’t even talk back to his wife, let alone harm anyone. I’d been absolutely nuts to think otherwise. Clearly my imagination had been on overdrive, but that was all over now. I was calm. I was relaxed. I was—Oh, gaaak!I bolted up in the tub at the sound of a thunderous pounding at my front door.Omigod! It was that demon Mr. Hurlbutt, come to do me in, once and for all!So much for the curative powers of bubble baths and wine.“Who is it?” I called out in a shaky voice.“It’s me!” I breathed a sigh of relief to hear Lance’s voice. “Let me in! It’s a matter of life and death.”Good heavens. Was Mr. Hurlbutt trying to kill Lance, too?I leaped out of the tub and threw on my robe, leaving a trail of water and bubbles behind me as I raced to open the front door.“My God, Lance.
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