Women Of The Otherworld 10.5 - Counterfeit Magic - Plot & Excerpts
She circled back down the next road until we came out on the other side of the club. We parked, then walked through an outcropping of woods. The secondary lot was empty. Even the primary lot only had three cars in it—the Mercedes and the pickup from earlier, plus a silver BMW. “Ethan, Tommy and the doctor,” Savannah whispered. “They’ve gotten rid of everyone else. Even the staff.” A crashing in the undergrowth had us launching cover spells. It was a man, tramping through the field to the small lot. He couldn’t have been much over forty, but he heaved and puffed like a locomotive, jowls and belly quivering. The doctor, I presumed, and not one who heeded his own advice about healthy living. As he drew closer, I could see the medical bag in one hand and an envelope in the other. He climbed into his car and roared off. We released our cover spells. “Paid him off and sent him on his way,” Savannah said. “But why call him in at all, if the guy was already dead?” “Covering their backs.
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