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potion to help in the relationship department. All I
gave her was a box of June’s Gems without a potion.
    Did Kenny see her stealing from Wicked
Good and try to stop her, and she killed him?
    “ What?” Mac questioned me.
“Tell me what you are thinking. I need the truth June.”
    “ The truth is…” I stopped,
and looked at the front of the Piggly Wiggly. Adeline was standing
next to the sliding doors, waving her fingers in the air as she
said bye to me.
    I put the car in drive.
    “ The truth is I’m
innocent.” With my eyes ahead of me, I decided to keep my intuitive
claims about Adeline private. I had a lot of questions that needed
to be answered, and I was going to find out the answers for
myself.
    “ Ohmmmm…” I
hummed.
    “ What?” Mac’s nose
twitched, and he had a peculiar look on his face.
    “ Nothing.” I inhaled what
was supposed to be fresh air to help with the Zen, but it smelled
like the ole Green Machine. Practicing yoga just might be what I
needed to get to the truth about who
    killed Kenny and broke into Wicked
Good.

Chapter Twelve

    “ Am not!” Belur screamed.
He could be heard arguing with Madame Torres even with the door
shut and a couch pillow over my head.
    “ Are too!” Madame Torres
knew how to get under Belur’s skin when she told him he was a fat
blob with no real powers.
    “ Am not!”
    “ Yep you are!” She was
confident in her argument and he really couldn’t do anything but
what he was told. “You can only grant wishes. Not like me. I can
see exactly what is going to happen to people, and show June
pictures of things going on around her.”
    Hiss,
hiss . Mr. Prince Charming darted out of
the bedroom and jumped on the couch. He rubbed his body against my
hand that was holding the pillow in place.
    I didn’t have the energy to play
referee between them.
    Pulling the pillow off my head, I sat
up and smoothed my hair before I reached down and patted Mr. Prince
Charming.
    “ I know this is going to
protect me, but I wish I could have a break in the murder.
Something.” I bit my lip trying to listen to my instincts, but
nothing was coming. “Come on.”
    The knock at the door startled me. It
was loud and demanding.
    Meow, meow. Mr. Prince Charming jumped up on the kitchen
counter and stood on the window seal looking out.
    Slowly I walked to the door, hoping it
was Oscar, but not here to arrest me.
    “ What a fine mess the
village president has gotten herself into.” Aunt Helena swept past
me, as her long red-pointy fingernail tweaked my nose. Her long
black cloak created a breeze that sent chills up my
spine.
    My Great Aunt Helena was my father’s
aunt and the Dean of Hidden Hall A Spiritualist University. She was
the last person I wanted to see. I’m sure I had disappointed
her.
    “ Come on in,” I
sarcastically muttered while shutting the door. “Can I get you
something to drink?”
    Her cloak flew open, revealing a
couple of to-go cups from The Gathering Grove and a brown bag. The
goodies scent wafted through the room, making my stomach
growl.
    “ I thought I’d stop by and
bring you some food.” Her eyes roamed up and down my body. “I can
see that you haven’t slept or eaten.”
    Opening the cupboard door, I pulled
out two small plates and sat them on the small kitchen table.
“Being accused of murder and now theft, and losing my boyfriend,
leaves me with little appetite.” I opened the bag after she handed
it to me. Suddenly I was starving. I took a big bite of one of the
blueberry muffins. “Mmmm.” I closed my eyes, relaxing for the first
time in twenty-four hours.
    Patience and Constance Karmina popped
into my head.
    Which meant I needed to plan a little
visit to Two Sisters and a Funeral Home. Their image was quickly
replaced with Madame Torres.
    “ I’ll be right back.” I
dropped the muffin back on the plate and rushed to the bedroom,
quickly glancing back at Aunt Helena who was watching every single
move I made. With a slight smile, I