Her magic was growing weaker. Sheriff Buchanan was peering out the window and turned at her appearance. He raised a ghostly hand and pointed outside to where Theo stood talking to a couple of men in black suits. A nosy man in a crumpled, white polo was with them. He had to be the scientist because they always looked like they’d just climbed out of bed. Topper nodded and huffed, when the previous sheriff of Magic, pointed again. “Now I’m being chastised by a ghost for not doing my job. This whole town is spoiled. Topper, chase away the aliens. Topper, find my dogs. Topper, don’t let the men in black hurt us. What does everyone want from me? A miracle every three seconds?” “Of course not, dear. More like every four or five seconds,” Aura said kindly from over her shoulder. Topper called out at the same time Sheriff Buchanan blinked out of sight. “Aura! Don’t sneak up on me. You know I hate that.” Aura patted Topper’s shoulder. “Sorry dear. I just popped in to deliver a message before you went to talk to the men out there.”
