A Ghost in Time (Destiny Bay Cozy Mysteries Book 3) by J. D. Winters
Authors: J. D. Winters
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I couldn’t afford to get this fixed. And I didn’t even have anyone to blame it on.
“What am I going to do?” I wailed.
It was awful, a sunburst of broken-looking glass right in the middle of where I needed to see clearly if I was going to go on driving this thing.
I looked at Dante. He gave me a twisted smile, then raised his hand and slowly moved it toward the broken windshield. Spreading his fingers wide, he almost covered the entire area where the break was. He chanted something softly and as I watched, the glass seemed to ripple. I stared hard, wondering, “What on earth?”---and then I realized what was happening. The glass began to melt. I clamped my hand over my mouth as if to stop myself from crying out and stared, fascinated and holding my breath. Suddenly he pulled his hand back. I gasped. The glass was perfect. There was no sign that it had ever been hit. I turned to gape at Dante. He winked at me, and slowly faded away.
I looked back at the glass, realizing what this was. Dante was making the case for Aunty Jane.
“ Here Mele, see? Magic works. You can use it in your everyday life. Get with the program, silly .”
I groaned. I didn’t want magic. I was scared of it and I was afraid of what it could do. And frankly, I didn’t relish a future of fixing people’s windshields.
They were ganging up on me.
Chapter Thirteen
Bebe was talking to someone on her cell phone when I walked in. She hung up fairly quickly and turned to me with a smile.
“Who as that on the phone?” I asked in all innocence.
She suddenly looked evasive and turned away. “Oh. Uh, that was….uh…just somebody…”
She wasn’t going to tell me! What? I blinked at her in amazement. Not that she had to tell me everything she was doing or thinking, but … Wow. What could it be?
She turned with new resolution and faced me. “Okay, that was Captain Stone. He just wanted to find out if I was okay after all the questioning and everything.”
“Oh.” Captain Stone?!! “That’s nice. I guess.”
She flashed me a look. “What do you mean by that?” she said a bit defensively.
Okay, okay, I told myself. Be careful here .
“Well, I’d be wary of that guy. Who knows what his real motivation is? He might be trying to get you to say something when your guard was down and …”
“Captain Stone has been perfectly nice to me all along,” she said, obviously annoyed with me. “I have nothing against Captain Stone.”
She turned and headed for the kitchen. I stayed where I was. Nothing against Captain Stone, huh ? How about the fact that he had something against me? Didn’t that count?
And yes, I know, that was just me being a selfish, self-centered baby again. But I couldn’t help it. Knowing she was getting cozy with someone who so obviously had it in for me stung a bit.
We worked together on preparing dinner and that always tended to draw us back closer together. Her friend Suzy Alman had dropped by with the makings of a Poke Salad and we had fun spicing it up with anything we could think of—avocado chunks, chopped cilantro, tiny pearl tomatoes, crunched flakes of nori (dried seaweed). We used deep fried wonton strips like dip chips and had a feast—one of my favorite light meals.
I took a look at the letters when I had a chance. They were all three from Karl MacKenzie—the ballroom dancer guy who had the dance studio downtown.
So I’d been right when I’d noticed Star humming Strauss waltzes. Hah! That very day she might have spent an hour in his arms at the dance studio, dancing away. That made me feel like I might just have the right sort of intuition for detection after all. Still, I handled the whole thing gingerly. I felt a little skeavy reading other people’s mail—especially when they were love letters of a sort. But it had to be done—I guess.
The first one was from almost a year ago, and it was the letter of a man just barely feeling out his chances. He
“What am I going to do?” I wailed.
It was awful, a sunburst of broken-looking glass right in the middle of where I needed to see clearly if I was going to go on driving this thing.
I looked at Dante. He gave me a twisted smile, then raised his hand and slowly moved it toward the broken windshield. Spreading his fingers wide, he almost covered the entire area where the break was. He chanted something softly and as I watched, the glass seemed to ripple. I stared hard, wondering, “What on earth?”---and then I realized what was happening. The glass began to melt. I clamped my hand over my mouth as if to stop myself from crying out and stared, fascinated and holding my breath. Suddenly he pulled his hand back. I gasped. The glass was perfect. There was no sign that it had ever been hit. I turned to gape at Dante. He winked at me, and slowly faded away.
I looked back at the glass, realizing what this was. Dante was making the case for Aunty Jane.
“ Here Mele, see? Magic works. You can use it in your everyday life. Get with the program, silly .”
I groaned. I didn’t want magic. I was scared of it and I was afraid of what it could do. And frankly, I didn’t relish a future of fixing people’s windshields.
They were ganging up on me.
Chapter Thirteen
Bebe was talking to someone on her cell phone when I walked in. She hung up fairly quickly and turned to me with a smile.
“Who as that on the phone?” I asked in all innocence.
She suddenly looked evasive and turned away. “Oh. Uh, that was….uh…just somebody…”
She wasn’t going to tell me! What? I blinked at her in amazement. Not that she had to tell me everything she was doing or thinking, but … Wow. What could it be?
She turned with new resolution and faced me. “Okay, that was Captain Stone. He just wanted to find out if I was okay after all the questioning and everything.”
“Oh.” Captain Stone?!! “That’s nice. I guess.”
She flashed me a look. “What do you mean by that?” she said a bit defensively.
Okay, okay, I told myself. Be careful here .
“Well, I’d be wary of that guy. Who knows what his real motivation is? He might be trying to get you to say something when your guard was down and …”
“Captain Stone has been perfectly nice to me all along,” she said, obviously annoyed with me. “I have nothing against Captain Stone.”
She turned and headed for the kitchen. I stayed where I was. Nothing against Captain Stone, huh ? How about the fact that he had something against me? Didn’t that count?
And yes, I know, that was just me being a selfish, self-centered baby again. But I couldn’t help it. Knowing she was getting cozy with someone who so obviously had it in for me stung a bit.
We worked together on preparing dinner and that always tended to draw us back closer together. Her friend Suzy Alman had dropped by with the makings of a Poke Salad and we had fun spicing it up with anything we could think of—avocado chunks, chopped cilantro, tiny pearl tomatoes, crunched flakes of nori (dried seaweed). We used deep fried wonton strips like dip chips and had a feast—one of my favorite light meals.
I took a look at the letters when I had a chance. They were all three from Karl MacKenzie—the ballroom dancer guy who had the dance studio downtown.
So I’d been right when I’d noticed Star humming Strauss waltzes. Hah! That very day she might have spent an hour in his arms at the dance studio, dancing away. That made me feel like I might just have the right sort of intuition for detection after all. Still, I handled the whole thing gingerly. I felt a little skeavy reading other people’s mail—especially when they were love letters of a sort. But it had to be done—I guess.
The first one was from almost a year ago, and it was the letter of a man just barely feeling out his chances. He
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