Three Witches and a Killer: Wicked Western Witches Book 1 by Kendra Ashe

fairly sure the law probably couldn’t do much about the situation, it was still comforting to know the police would also be working the case.
    “Thanks, Dad.”
    “Until then, you stay out of it,” he warned.
    “I’ll talk to you in the morning,” I told him, refusing to commit to that bit about staying out of it.
     
     

Chapter Thirteen
     
    Since the Catnip Book Boutique was on my way home, I decided to stop in. Under normal circumstances, Holly would have had the shop closed hours ago, but tonight there was still an open sign in the window.
    More than anything, I wanted to sneak up on Mr. Mysterious. Unfortunately, the bell prevented that from happening and I couldn’t remember a single spell that would silence it.
    “We’re closed!” he called from the back of the store.
    Ignoring him, I made my way through the rows of books to the coffee bar. Garrett was sitting in one of the chairs with his long legs propped on a table. My eyes traveled from his black boots up his blue jean covered legs, to his muscular thighs.
    Tearing my eyes from his tight jeans, I focused on his face. To my surprise, he had his nose buried in a book.
    Sighing, he laid the book on the table and looked up at me with icy blue eyes that managed to burn right into me. For a split second, I imagined that he could see right into my soul.
    “You don’t listen too well,” he said in a tired voice.
    “The sign in the window says you are open,” I pointed out.
    A frown pulled at the corners of his mouth. “I must have forgotten to flip it over.”
    Folding my arms in front of my chest, I gave him a cold smile. “I guess so.”
    “I suppose you are here to inquire about your cousins again?” he asked, getting to his feet.
    When he stood, he was at least a full foot taller than me. The fact that he towered over me didn’t do a lot to inspire confidence, but I was determined to stand my ground.
    “Listen, I know that you must know what happened to them. I’m not here to accuse you of anything, I would just like your help,” I told him, hoping that adding some sugar to my words would inspire him to be nice enough to give me some info.
    It wasn’t going to work.
    “I think the two of them drove to Cheyenne to pick up an order of books,” he told me with a shrug of his wide shoulders.
    Now I was mad. I’d tried to be nice and he was laughing at me. “You’re not fooling me. Holly always has her books shipped. She’s never gone anywhere to pick up a shipment.”
    His full lips spread into a wide smile. “You’re a sharp woman. I’ll bet you can figure out what happened to them if you try hard enough.”
    He was toying with me and I knew it. “What have you done with them?”
    Letting out a long sigh, he leaned back against the coffee bar. His eyes traveled from my face to the cleavage between my breasts and then back to my face.
    His gaze was so intimate that it was more like a caress, so much so that I was torn between wanting the feeling to continue and smacking him across the face.
    “If I were you, I think I would start focusing somewhere else.”
    “So, are you telling me that you really don’t know what happened to them?” I asked, making no effort to hide my disbelief.
    He shrugged. “What I’m telling you is that I want you to find them.”
    “Okay then, why don’t you give me some help then?”
    “I’ll give you a hint.” His smile widened. “They’re close, but they’re not here.”
    “I’m going to tell the police that you are withholding information,” I threatened, wagging a finger at him.
    “If you think that will help,” he chuckled. “Personally, I think you would get a lot further if you would actually do your job.”
    My blood was boiling. If I didn’t get out of there soon, I’d commit murder.
    “Whatever! I’m going to like seeing you in jail, or better yet, an aquarium. That’s where you’ll be when I turn you into a frog!” I barked. Turning on my heels, I stomped out of the