the shop?”
“Just limited hours for now to fill special orders and receive deliveries. This time of the year folks have a lot of last minute reagents they need for rituals. And it keeps them both out of trouble. But you can go down to the shop to talk to them if you need to.”
“I’ll go there after we finish up. Let’s start.” He touches the top of the secretary spider and it begins to tap its legs to the sound of his voice. “Justicar Investigation Report 476-900-900-AP43. New Case File C-000-201-F. Justicar Stewart M. Hannity, primary investigator. Rank Two Demonologist Nancy C. Werlock, interviewee. Madame Warlock, can you please state the series of events that occurred on October 25 th at the Three Wishes boutique?”
I explain how LeAnne Williams came into the shop and attacked me. I hadn’t received any threats from her or anyone else in the days leading up to the attack. I hadn’t even met her. In fact, she had wandered around the shop for a while before I approached her to see if she needed assistance.
“Let the record indicate that the interviewee is speaking of Wanda Werlock, Rank Two Demonologist, who was killed in the aforementioned drunk driving accident in April of this year. Madame Warlock, can you think of any reason why she would have come to the conclusion that your mother was involved in the death of her husband?”
“Three Wishes has always catered to the New Age and pagan communities among the mundanes. Mom didn’t flaunt her beliefs, but she was active in the pagan community and didn’t hide her spiritual leanings, either. I guess it wouldn’t be a stretch for her to jump to that conclusion in a time of grief. It isn’t uncommon for people to lash out irrationally when dealing with a devastating loss. I’ve seen similar situations in my private practice.”
“Private practice?”
“Before taking over the shop, I engage in family and couples counseling. I had an office in Philadelphia. I couldn’t do both so I closed the practice.”
“Of course, I had forgotten. It’s Doctor Werlock, correct?”
“My doctorate isn’t in demonology, so it doesn’t really apply these days.”
“I suspect not. So there was no previous indication that she might prove violent? I presume a person with your unique training would have been able to identify any potential warning signs?”
“It isn’t always that simple. In general, the only people in a position to recognize warning signs are people who know the subject well and who might notice unusual behavior. But in this case, no, there were no warnings. I had never even met or spoken to her previously.”
“So there was nothing unusual, in your opinion, in the days or weeks leading up to the attack?”
“There was something strange during my meeting with the DA before her husband’s accident. I was too mad to really think about it at the time. I don’t even know if it is relevant at this point.”
“What was it?”
“The reason why the DA was offering Williams a soft plea deal. He had said that Williams’ attorney intended to make an issue of Mom’s religious beliefs in court.”
“What exactly did he intend to gain from that? Last time I checked it wasn’t exactly legal to run over non-Christians with a car. I can’t imagine that would have served as much of a defense.”
“I’m not sure, but it was enough to get the DA to offer Williams a very lenient sentence. I suspect to avoid turning the courts into a sideshow?”
“Do you have any documentation on that?”
“No, but my brother Scott was there when Mr. Frazner said it. He can confirm the conversation.”
“Madame Warlock, while that indicates the Williams were both prejudiced against your family before the accident, it also provides motive.”
“Motive?”
He takes a deep breath and looks around the kitchen cautiously. “How did your mother take to the news that her murderer was going to walk?”
“Better than I thought. Mom never was someone to
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