Free Cursed In Love (The Adams' Witch Book 2) by E. M. Moore Page B

tapped it. “We’re at the right place.”
    “I never doubted your direction skills.”
    He rang the doorbell, and I panicked. I tugged on the back of his shirt. “Do we have a plan?”
    Before he could answer, the front door opened and a middle-aged lady with a rooster apron stood in the entryway.
    “I know you,” she said, eyeing Travis. “Are you here for your business?”
    “A little of both.”
    I could tell from Travis’s voice he was smirking. He always had that smug sound to him when he wanted people to stand up and pay attention.
    After what happened with Mrs. James yesterday, I didn’t have high hopes for this encounter. Would Travis have to freeze this lady like he had Courtney’s mom? How did that work anyway?
    The lady’s lips softened into a smile. “It’s about time this was taken seriously. I want whoever did this found.”
    Briefly-very briefly—Travis stood up straighter. So, he was surprised at her comment as well? She was happy to see him? Weird.
    “With my daughter gone and the other Natural from Adams, this must be the product of a negative entity. They must be dealt with.”
    Travis nodded. “I couldn’t agree more.”
    He couldn’t?
    “That’s why I wanted to ask you a few questions about her disappearance.”
    “Good, good.” The woman moved her behemoth body out of the way and pointed to a small living room. “I’ll bring in some drinks and some warm cookies I just pulled from the oven.”
    I followed Travis into the living room as the lady went the other way. There was a hint of chocolate in the air and I hoped there was semi-sweet chocolate morsels involved in those cookies. My mouth watered just thinking about the taste. I hadn’t had a good cookie since…since Aunt Rose was still alive.
    Travis sat on the couch and I sat next to him. He glanced toward the kitchen and then back at me. “She’s glad I’m here.”
    I chuckled. “Don’t sound so shocked. You’ll bring your ego down.”
    “No. What I’m saying is, I believe this woman more than I ever believed Courtney’s mother. This woman seems truly oblivious to all the happenings going around. Courtney’s mother is shifty. Don’t like her.”
    “Me either.”
    “Well, we finally agree on something. Look at that.”
    “Don’t—“
    The woman padded into the room and Travis elbowed me in the arm to shut me up. “Thank you so much, Mrs. Abernathy. I’m glad you were so receptive to meeting with us. This is Sarah Perkins, by the way. She was a friend of Courtney’s, the other missing Natural.”
    Friend in the very loose definition of the word. Acquaintance would’ve been more like it.
    “I’m sorry to hear that, honey. It’s a terrible business that’s happening here, just terrible.”
    I looked down at the plate of cookies on the small table in front of us. Score. Chocolate chips galore. I snatched one up and the warm cookie melted in my mouth. “Mmm. These are fantastic.”
    Travis shot me a look, but chuckled as Mrs. Abernathy’s body heaved in laughter. “That’s one thing I’m known for, child. I can make some pretty amazing cookies.”
    I licked my finger. “I’ll have to agree with you. And I’m also very sorry to hear about Trish’s disappearance. I’m hoping we can get to the bottom of this as soon as possible.”
    Mrs. Abernathy cocked her head toward Travis. “Well, now that he’s here I’m sure we will.”
    Scarlet crept up Travis’s cheeks and neck. He was blushing? I didn’t even know that was possible.
    “Thank you,” he said, and he said it like he really, truly meant it.
    I was out of the loop again on something important. I needed a Natural / Wicca handbook to figure out all this stuff.
    “What can you tell me about how she disappeared? Where was she last? Was anything out of place? Tell me everything because sometimes it’s the littlest things that mean the most.”
    Mrs. Abernathy talked for forty-five minutes on the day her daughter went missing. She told Travis