Looking for Mr. Good Witch by Joyce and Jim Lavene Page A

ghosts going into other people’s bodies?” Dorothy stared at us. “I mean, is that a real thing or just something in movies?”
    â€œI’m not really sure.” I peered at Elsie. “Do you know anything about that?”
    Elsie’s red brows knit together. “I remember an old spell to put a ghost into a cat. I don’t know where I remember it from, or how to do it. We could ask around.”
    â€œWhat a great idea,” Dorothy said. “How do you think Harper would feel about it? He’d be the natural choice.”
    â€œI don’t know. I guess we’d have to talk to him first and then talk to Olivia. I’m not sure how she’d feel about being in a cat’s body, even for a short time.” I grabbed my dress. “We can’t do it tonight, unfortunately. It would take some advance planning. It would help if we could find the spell book. I’m sure that’s where Elsie saw the spell. Let’s remember to keep this in the forefront of our minds at the celebration. We need the spell book.”
    â€œSo is that a yes about me driving tonight?” Dorothy asked. “If so, I’ll pick you both up.”
    Elsie and I were fine with that. I dropped Dorothy off at her house and then went home. I could hear laughing and talking coming from inside as I opened the door. Joe and Suzanne wereeating lunch. I closed the door hard behind me—just so they’d hear it.
    â€œHey, Molly.” Joe got to his feet. “I’ve got plenty of Chinese chicken for you too. Let me get a plate.”
    â€œNo, thanks. I’m on my way out.” I stared at them—Joe normally didn’t come home for lunch. I tried not to feel weird about it. They were working together. Partners did that kind of thing.
    Isabelle followed me into the bedroom to help put the dress away. She told me all about Joe and Suzanne, how long they’d been there and what they’d talked about. It was as innocent and work-related as I’d thought.
    I wished I could share what had happened with the Bone Man. But I was still uncertain about the pact I’d made and unwilling to risk it.
    â€œI have to get ready for the celebration tonight,” I told Isabelle. “You don’t have to worry about Joe and Suzanne. I’m not worried.”
    She called me a fool and sauntered back into the kitchen to continue her eavesdropping.
    I went into the kitchen to see what I needed for food that night. Joe and Suzanne were gathering their plates and silverware together. “You don’t have to leave on my account.”
    Joe kissed my cheek quickly. “We just got word on the Southport, Molly. The ME has confirmed that it’s the work of the same killer.”

CHAPTER 12
    Protect my love,
    Keep him from harm,
    Use this charm.
    North. South. East. West.

    There was no time for further conversation. Joe and Suzanne left. I didn’t have time to brood over how I could protect Joe if he came across the killer witch. I closed my eyes and whispered a protection blessing for him, got the list of supplies I needed and headed for the store.
    I won’t say that everyone attending the celebration tried to outdo everyone else, but we were all excited about the event. I knew there would be witches who’d spent huge amounts of money on new, flashy clothes and expensive food.
    It wasn’t in keeping with the spirit of the moon celebration—giving thanks for the passing of the winter and showing gratitude for the coming season of growth. But witches were only human after all, and sometimes we showed it more than others.
    By seven P.M. , my food was ready to go, packed away in containers that would be easy to carry. I’d made a fresh strawberry salad with wild greens and a tangy vinaigrette. I’d found some baby asparagus and tiny red potatoes that I’d made intoa casserole. For a sweet, I stuck by the old favorite that had served me well through