By Madelyn Alt
Maggie O'Neill needs to activate her personal charms-mystical and otherwise-while investigating the dying of 1 of her clients from the vintage store, Enchantments.
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I said faintly. I had a teensy little problem with Oakhill . All right, so it's more than teensy. Just between us, I'm a bit of awuss at times. He shook his head. "Rosemont. Out on 500 North. html "No, I don't think so. Why there? " "RosemontCemeteryborders on JoeAames's property. " I toyed with my straw, sliding the lemon and cherry up, then down, against the edge of my glass. " "There've always been cold spots. Flashing lights with no sources. Unusual electromagnetic readings that correspond with experiences people have had.
Lend a strong arm for support. " "Is that the only reason? " He laughed. "Does it? I guess you're right. " "Especially when they turn off those damned landscaping lights. " I paused. " "Baptist. My dad's influence. Mom was a Catholic, though. I've been to my share of Masses. I've always kind of liked them. The ritual aspect. " He laughed. "You don't have to be so polite about it, you know. " I looked around us for eavesdroppers, inadvertent or otherwise. "Maggie. I'm comfortable with what I do.
I cleared my throat and mustered an airy, "Oh, he's fine," while I dug around inside my purse for my keys, which were hiding somewhere between my wallet, credit card receipts, candy wrappers, lint, pennies, and other assorted flotsam in the bottom. All right, all right, I admit it. I never told my mother that Tom and I had never really gotten off the ground. So I'm the biggest coward that ever lived. Cowardice has its advantages. html Three sets of eyes were watching my hands. I wanted to hide from all of them.