Free Witch Is When I Said Goodbye (A Witch P.I. Mystery Book 10) by Adele Abbott Page B

to be a Rogue Retriever, I joined at the same time as four or five others. We went through training together, and have become close friends as well as work colleagues. Now, suddenly, out of the blue, three of them have decided to quit.”
    “All at the same time?”
    “Yeah. They’re going to start a small business together—a petting zoo.”
    “That’s quite the career change.”
    “I know. I was amazed when they told me. They asked if I wanted to go in with them.”
    “Don’t you fancy it?”
    “It’s not really my thing. I’m not that big on animals. Plus, I’m allergic to rodent fur. It would be no good me working there. I’d be sneezing all day long.”
    “I can see how that would be a problem.”
    Note to self: don’t introduce Daze to Hamlet.
    “I guess that exodus is going to leave you short in the Rogue Retriever department?”
    “You’re not kidding. I had enough on my plate before all of this happened. Now, my bosses have shoved all the orphaned cases onto me. I don’t know how I’m ever going to get through them all.”
    “Are they recruiting new Rogue Retrievers to replace them?”
    “Yeah, but it’s going to take time.”
    “I imagine it will. It’s not everyone who could do your job.”
    Suddenly, her face lit up for the first time since I’d arrived. “I’ve just had a brilliant idea.”
    “What’s that?”
    “The powers-that-be said that if I recommended anyone for the post of Rogue Retriever, it was pretty much guaranteed they’d get the job. They trust my judgment, apparently.”
    “That’s quite a compliment. Do you have anyone in mind?”
    “I hadn’t really given it much thought until now, but there is one obvious candidate.”
    “Who’s that?”
    “You, of course.”
    “Me?” I laughed. “That’s a joke, right?”
    “I never joke about work.” It was true. Daze wasn’t exactly known for her stand-up.
    “You can’t be serious. I could never do your job.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because I’m only a level three witch. You’re a sup sup. I could never do what you do.”
    “Do you actually know what a sup sup is?”
    “Well, I—err—thought it was like—err. No, not really.”
    “The clue is in the name. It’s a sup who has powers beyond other sups of their kind. “Doesn’t that pretty much describe you?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I can’t think of another witch who has moved from level one to level three as quickly as you did.”
    “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean anything.”
    “And, didn’t you score highly in the Levels competition?”
    “I guess.”
    “And haven’t you regularly cast spells which are considered way above your level?”
    “Well, yeah, but—”
    “So, all in all, I would say that makes you a very special level three witch. A sup sup, perhaps?”
    “I’m nothing like you.”
    “Not yet, maybe. But, with a little time and the right training—”
    “I don’t think so.”
    “The money’s really good. It’s not something I generally discuss, but we are paid a ridiculous amount of money for what we do. And from what the twins tell me, your P.I. business isn’t doing all that well.”
    Why were the twins talking about my business behind my back?
    “The business is just going through a bit of a dry spell at the moment. It’s nothing to worry about.”
    “In that case, surely the extra money would help? It’s not like you’d have to give up your business in the human world. It’s something you could do alongside it. You’d make a pretty penny.”
    “I really don’t think it’s for me. I already have a second job in Cuppy C.”
    “But, from what the twins tell me, you’re not really cut out to work behind the counter.”
    Great! Thanks girls! I needed to have words with those two.
    “I might make the odd mistake.” Or ten. “But, I’m still learning the ropes.”
    “Wouldn’t you rather do something a little more exciting, and better suited to your skillset?”
    “I’m not sure I’d be any good at