Free A Murder Most Rosy: Supernatural Witch Cozy Mystery (Harper “Foxxy” Beck Series Book 3) by Raven Snow Page A

them.
    When he parked next to me at the station, he got out of the car with a confused look on his face. I’d never gone to this place without a fight, so I could see where this whole situation could be puzzling.
    Wyatt opened his mouth— no doubt to ask questions— but I silenced him with my lips. If he thought anything of my sudden urge to make out in the station’s parking lot, he didn’t communicate them— probably because he was a smart man who knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
    Unfortunately, in this instance, the gift horse really did have soldiers hiding inside, waiting to rampage.
    I came up for air and dragged him inside while he was still putting two and two together. Though I knew where his desk was from experience, I had no idea where Kosher’s was. But, as I was lucky enough not to see the man anywhere in sight, I’d overlook this setback.
    “Help me rummage through Kosher’s desk,” I whispered to Wyatt once we were in front of his.
    “Not a chance.”
    I shrugged. “Then I’ll just go through every one till I find what I’m looking for.”
    He caught me before I’d gone two steps, swearing softly. I loved it when I could make him swear.
    Steering me toward a cluttered desk with McDonald’s wrappers littering the surface, he said lowly, “We’re having a little chat about this when we get home.”
    "We have to go to Cooper's dress rehearsal," I reminded him, rummaging through the drawers after finishing with the surface of the desk.
    "After, then."
    A splinter imbedded itself in one of my fingers, and I swore. "Did we just make a date for you to yell at me?"
    "I'm sure you'll get a couple of shots in at me, as well." Grabbing my hand, he inspected the angry, red area around the wood while I kept searching one-handedly.
    After yanking out the pointy splinter, he contented himself to sitting in Kosher's chair and watching my fruitless search with a raised eyebrow. If I hadn't been so desperate to find something— anything—I'd have taken the time to wipe that smug look off his face. Finally, I couldn't put off the inevitable any longer, and I turned away from the desk, crossing my arms.
    "What?" he asked with false sympathy. "Didn't you find anything?"
    "No," I said shortly, debating whether or not to tell him about the scratch marks.
    But I didn't have any other concrete proof besides my recollection on a dark night in an alley. It'd be enough for Wyatt—despite my obvious grudge against Kosher— but not for anyone else. If I gave him the information, he'd be honor bound to follow through without any other evidence. That could get him in a lot of trouble.
    On the flip side, I was already in a lot of trouble. Once again, I found myself in the crosshairs of a crazy magic practitioner. The only question left was whether or not Wyatt could actually help with that at this juncture, or if I was just running to him because I was scared.
    As we walked out to the car, Wyatt asked, "What were you hoping to find?"
    I forced a smile. "Nothing. Just looking for any kind of lead."
    "Peter didn't kill that woman," he said with very Wyatt-like confidence as I hopped in my car and he his.
    "If I don't find any real evidence," I said to myself, "that's exactly what everyone'll believe."
     
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    A few hours later, Wyatt and I reunited outside of Cooper's school. A couple dozen parents besides us were piling into the theater, waiting to see their kids put on a horrible pre-performance. Wyatt held the door, which, for some reason, made me feel guilty. Couldn't he act like a jerk when I was lying to him? That would've been appreciated.
    The curtains were drawn, and as no one but him knew how to operate them, I wondered if the creepy janitor had done it to get back at me for going through his closet. If I wasn't so dead sure it was Kosher, the burlap I'd found there would've made me more suspicious. As it was, I just couldn't work up a good paranoia. He was too obvious and creepy to be the