With their help, I was hoping to uncover anything and everything I could about Natasha’s on-and-off-again boyfriend. I’d just left the Bewitching Boutique, where I’d recruited the help of Pepe and Mrs. P, who resided in the shop’s walls. I’d filled them in about my mission, and they were happy to help in my investigation. Their duties were clear: While I spoke with Chip under the guise of finding a home for Titania, Pepe and Mrs. P would snoop through his apartment, looking for something that might identify him as a potential killer. A big bottle of cyanide pills in his medicine cabinet would be nice. “Your tail, mon amour. It is in my face, and it keeps knocking my glasses from my nose,” Pepe said to Mrs. P. His voice easily floated upward from the depths of my purse, and I smiled at his adorable French inflection. “My tail? What of yours?” Mrs. P countered in her New England accent—she’d lived in and around the Boston area all her life.
