Free Sit for a Spell (The Kitchen Witch, Book 3): (Witch Cozy Mystery series) by Morgana Best Page B

want to do it, then you can do it,” I said. “Just don’t expect me to put the eggs into her hands.”
    A strange expression crossed Thyme’s face. “Of course not.” Her tone was less than convincing. “I’ll do that if you can create a diversion.”
    I groaned. “No, get someone else to create a diversion. What kind of diversion were you thinking of anyway?”
    Thyme smiled. I could tell she was enjoying this. “I don’t know. Perhaps you could pretend to faint? Or choke? I’m sure you could think of something, and while you’re doing that and everyone’s looking at you, I’ll sneak over to the coffin and put the eggs in her hands.”
    “I’m not going to create a diversion,” I said firmly. Then I thought of one of those movies in which someone firmly says that they refuse to do something, and in the next scene they’re doing it. I was determined that it wouldn’t happen to me. “Anyway,” I continued, “the funeral home staff will know that there are eggs in the coffin and they’ll remove them.”
    “That’s so true,” Thyme said thoughtfully. “You’re really very good at this, Amelia. Yes, it will have to be at the funeral, not a viewing. In fact, it will have to be just before she’s buried. Do you know if she’s going to be cremated?”
    I shrugged. “No, I don’t have a clue.”
    “That would be better,” Thyme said, “because she’ll disappear behind a curtain and I don’t think anyone opens the coffin after that time. If you can create a diversion I could sneak in at that moment and put the eggs in the coffin. No one will ever know.”
    “Never know what?” a voice behind me said.
     
     

Chapter 15
     
    My mouth fell open when I turned around. “Camino, what are you doing here?” I asked her. “I was worried that you’d leave Barbara alone in your house. She is a murder suspect, you know! I was trying to give you that hint this morning when I brought her to your house.”
    “Well why didn’t you say so, dear?” Camino said.
    I rolled my eyes. “Camino, please tell me that Barbara isn’t alone in your house right now.”
    “No, she isn’t,” Camino said. “I had something urgent to tell you both, so I told Barbara I’d take her out for coffee. I’ve left her at that little coffee shop just down the road. You know, the one with the cranky waitresses.”
    “What is this important thing you have to tell us?” Thyme asked her.
    Camino looked around and then stuck her head back into the showroom, presumably to make sure no one was there. “Well,” she said in a conspiratorial tone, “Barbara told me something extremely interesting.”
    “What was it?” Thyme asked.
    “She said that she had been here in town the day that Sue was killed.” Camino’s expression was one of extreme self-satisfaction.
    “You’re kidding,” I said. “That’s major!”
    “It sure is!” Thyme said.
    “And what’s more, she didn’t mean to tell me. I’m sure of it,” Camino added. “We were talking and she just happened to mention it.” Camino sneezed loudly and then hesitated.
    “Bless you,” I said. “Do go on.”
    “It was all over Sue’s bracelet. Do you remember the bracelet Sue was wearing the night we were playing Clue?”
    Thyme and I both nodded.
    “I just happened to mention to Barbara that she wouldn’t have been expecting to get the bracelet back in this sad way, and that Sue had very much liked the bracelet. Barbara let slip that she’d been driving through town, and as she’d already missed Sue’s birthday, she had briefly dropped in at her house and given it to her.”
    I frowned. “Did Barbara say why she happened to be in Bayberry Creek that day?”
    Camino nodded so hard that I thought she might give herself whiplash. “Yes. Barbara said that she always flies between Brisbane and Sydney, but she’d had a severe middle ear infection, so felt that flying was out of the question this time. That’s why she decided to drive, and Bayberry