Hoodoo Woman (Roxie Mathis Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
Candles arrayed as decoration served as the only light. At least two dozen people made a beeline for the front door, but it refused to open. I didn’t care one bit for a ghost who took hostages. More screaming sounded as objects began to fly through the room. A vase hit a man in the midsection. An antique quilt seemingly lifted itself off its display frame and attempted to smother another man. I scanned the crowd for Mackie or any other members of the Parker family, finding none. But I did recognize the two men under attack. I’d seen their names connected to Britney in a Grapevine thread. In the center of the great room was a good-sized heavy round oak table, laden with a huge garish floral centerpiece and several old pictures in ornate frames. As quickly as I could I moved a couple of the frames to the floor under the table, then unceremoniously shoved the centerpiece to the ground. I climbed atop the table, wobbling in the unfamiliar heels, opened my hand above my head and cast a disco ball sized blaze of red and gold light.
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