The sheriff’s office would have been as dark as the lighthouse, except they had a generator that kept some of the lights on. The tall blond woman behind the reception desk appeared far too sophisticated to be doing such mundane work. So why was Rayanne working for the Sheriff? I couldn’t even come up with a guess, but whatever her reason, I had a feeling it probably wasn’t good. Everyone seemed to like and trust the Black Moon witches, even Zane Dupree and my sister, but not I. No matter how I tried to keep my personal feelings out of it, I always got the impression Rayanne was up to something. I stepped up to the reception desk. “Did you get a chance to talk with Sheriff Bourne about the lighthouse case?” Her perfectly painted red lips spread into a cold smile. “Sure did. Do you mind me asking why you need the file?” “It’s a cold case.
