Magic and Mayhem: Witchin' Impossible (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Hazed & Confused Mysteries Book 1) Read Free Page B

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    Second sight, so mote it be.”
    It wasn’t Shakespeare, but it did the trick. I scanned the room again. The dangling crystal lit up like a glow stick marking it as important. The bong stayed muted. Guess the pot wasn’t the culprit. The side of his dresser glowed as well. I walked over for a closer look. A rough capital H had been carved into the wood. Why was it glowing? Maybe Boyd had tried to scratch out his killer’s name. Only one more spot in the room glowed. It was on the headboard behind the Boyd blob. I steeled my courage and forced my feet to move me in that direction. On the wall, was another greasy smudge.
    I leaned in close to see if it had an odor, but an overpowering aroma of cinnamon flooded the room. “What the heck?”
    “Ms. Kinsey, I’m gonna need you to come out of there.”
    The powerful scent of the man, like a strong cup of chai tea, wafted into the room. Oh Goddess, it could only be Ford. I braced my floppity stomach then turned my head to meet his gaze.
    And there he was. All six-foot-nine-inches of tall, dark, and bear. Light blue eyes framed by thick dark lashes. His chocolate hair, the color of molten lava cake, was cut short and neat, instead of the mop of thick curls he wore in high school, and he had a short, well-groomed beard. If anything, it made him more attractive. My girly bits sang soprano as he neared me. I gulped, looking for the nearest window to jump out. How crappy was it that Ford could still make my heart race? I glued my feet to the floor to keep from running over there to sniff him like a freshly baked loaf of bread. The last thing I needed was the distraction of a man I couldn’t have.
    There’s a lump of raccoon Shifter in this room, I reminded myself. This is a crime scene for the love of inappropriate behavior, not a class reunion, so get a hold of yourself !
    “Hey,” I said because I’m such a smooth talker.
    Ford raised a professional brow as if to ask if I was going to give him grief or not. Other than that, it didn’t seem like he recognized me at all. I’m ashamed of how disappointed I felt.
    I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet. “Special Agent Kinsey,” I said. When I flashed him the badge, he didn’t seem all that impressed.
    “Special Agent Kinsey,” he said respectfully. “I need you to come down to the station with me. Chief’s orders.”
    “This is ridiculous.”
    “I don’t want to arrest you.” Officer Baylor took out his handcuffs, and on another occasion, I might have smiled, but his cold attitude was pissing me off.
    “Police brutality!” Tizzy chittered. She crawled down my back, her tiny nails scratching me on the way down.
    “Ow,” I squirmed when she clung to my jeans on the backside of my right thigh. I was looking sooo not cool in front of the one person I needed to look cool for. I glared down at the squirrel, her head poked out from around my ass, and her tail swished against the back of my thigh. “Tizzy,” I ordered. “Out.”
    “But Haze,” she protested.
    “Nope,” I said. “Go be with Lily. I got this.”
    She looked up at Ford and gave him a hard stare, her long eyelashes fluttering with anger. “If you hurt Hazel, I swear I’ll hunt you down and harvest your nuts.”
    His eyes widened, and he cast the briefest of glances at his crotch before meeting my familiar’s angry gaze. “Duly noted.”
    She harrumphed loudly, and it sounded more like someone stepped on a dog toy. “I have my eyes on you, Grizzly Adams.” With two fingers she pointed at her eyes and up to his and back to hers. “Watch your back.” After her final warning, she ran between Ford’s legs and out of the room.
    “She’s intense,” he said.
    “You’re not kidding.”
    He jangled his cuffs. “The easy way or the hard way, Kinsey.”
    “Are you really going to be a douche about this?”
    “That’s Officer Douche.”
    He was not going to let up or let me go, so I nodded. “Fine. The easy way. For