Free Hex and the Single Witch (Vehicle City Vampires) by Roxanne Rhoads Page A

screeched at me. Had. To. Make. It. Stop. Where was the phone?
    Found it on the
floor next to the bed.
    “Uhhm yes,” I
grumbled sleepily.
    “Wake up
sleeping beauty; we have a situation down at VAMP. I need you here ASAP.”
    “What’s going
on, another murder?”
    “No, two
vampires going at it in the middle of the freakin’ street with humans watching
the whole damn thing, one is an out of towner, the other lives here. Says he
knows you. His name’s Galen,” Malone’s voice had an icy edge to it.
    Crap! This was
the last thing Galen needed, being hauled in by the cops. And I bet I knew who
the other creep was, Devlin. The British ass who’d chatted with Sati at the
club the other day. He had it in for Galen. I knew it. Somehow I had to get the
blood sucker to keep his fang filled mouth shut.
    A spell, I
needed a silencing spell—like yesterday.
    “Hello, Annie
girl, you there?”
    “Yeah, sorry.
Still waking up. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Don’t do anything stupid.
Satinka Tala and her men will keep everything stable and safe for you guys
until I get there to question them. Have the Guardians take them inside VAMP
and get all the humans out of there. Do not try to question them on your own.
Okay?”
    Silence.
    “Okay, Malone?
This is why I was hired.”
    “Yeah, yeah,
okay. I’ll leave the bloodsuckers for you.” There was an icy edge to his tone
again. Malone had issues with vampires, I didn’t know what they were or why,
but I knew they were there.
    “Good,” I
clicked the end button and scurried around my place looking for one of my mom’s
spell books. I knew there was a silencing spell in the purple one, if I could
find the purple book.
    Ah hah! I found
it under the potion pot.
    After scanning
over the spell I grabbed all the ingredients from my shelves, thank Goddess I
actually had everything needed, except an image of the person I needed to
silence. Crap I didn’t even know his whole name. I think Devlin was his first
name, hard to tell with vamps.
    Oh, well it would
have to do. Spells were more about intent than ingredients anyway.
    I cast my
circle, lit the candles, drew a primitive image of Devlin and wrote his name
across it, cast all the ingredients along with the image in the pot and chanted
the spell three times while concentrating on my intent to keep him silent about
Galen’s connection to the murders.
    Once done, I
pulled out the image, drew an X over the mouth and bound it with black ribbon.
I sshhed at it then stuck it in a spell bag.
    “So be it, and
so it is.”
    I hoped that
would do it as I opened the circle, blew out the candles and scurried to find
some pants to put on.
     
    ****
    The roads were
practically empty. I hit 75 south to 69 which took me right to the main
downtown exit at Saginaw Street. Usually it took fifteen to twenty minutes to
drive. This time of the morning I drove it in less than ten minutes.
    Once I hit the
bricks on Saginaw Street I slowed down and looked for a place to park. My inept
ability to parallel park would not be an issue along the empty curb across the
street from VAMP.
    Malone waited
outside for me.
    I arrived in
record time, or so I thought, but Malone bitched about how long it took me to
get there. Of course, I had taken some extra time casting the spell.
    “It took you
long enough to get here. And you couldn’t bother with getting properly dressed
for an interrogation?”
    “What are you
talking about?” I looked down at my clothing. Oh my Goddess! I had managed to
put on a pair of jeans and some flip flops but I was still wearing my lacy pajama
tank top…that was see-through. I hurriedly crossed my arms to cover my boobs
which were nipping out in the crisp autumn air.
    “You got great
tits, Annie, but I don’t think everyone in the club needs to be seeing them. I
think I got a hoodie in my car, wait here.”
    I stood there
shivering in the cool night…morning…whatever air while I waited for Malone to
get back. I must have