Three Witches and a Killer: Wicked Western Witches Book 1 Read Free

to. Sunlight filtered in through the crack to highlight his rotting face.
    He needed brains, which wasn’t really anything new, but at the moment he needed them literally, or at the very least some fresh roadkill.
    “You really do deserve this, Mickey. I warned you not to get mouthy with Aunt Selena. When she told you to get over it, you shouldn’t have threatened to turn her in for being a witch.”
    His response was a groan and a depraved gnashing of his teeth.
    “I’ll see what I can do to find you something to eat today,” I told him, though I wasn’t so sure how I was going to do that. Abducting neighborhood pets probably wouldn’t be a good idea, not that I would do that anyway.
    Maybe the butcher would have some left over cow innards that I could slip the brain dead zombie in my closet.
    To be honest, it wasn’t just Aunt Selena’s fault. I should never have told her about Mickey D filing false police reports against me, or how he’d lied in court to get all our marital assets.
    Of course, Selena had to confront him, and as stupid as Mickey is, he hit her with a bunch of threats. Not the smartest thing he’d ever done.
    Most of all, I shouldn’t have asked Aunt Selena for a spell to turn him into what he really is. I was figuring something more like a frog or possibly a weasel. Who would have guessed he would turn into a zombie?
    No doubt I should have known. It was obvious he was soulless, but equating that to a zombie wasn’t something I’d anticipated.
    Imagine my surprise when I cast on him and he’d risen from my living room floor as a member of the shuffling dead.
    The problem came when I couldn’t remember how to reverse the spell. When I left Reno to return to Shadow Crossing, I had no choice but to hogtie him and stick him in the back of the moving van.
    I made sure to stay far away from his teeth. There was no way to know if his zombie condition was contagious or not. All I knew was on TV it was definitely contagious, and I wasn’t taking any chances.
    Keeping my ex hidden from my dad wasn’t easy, but I had no choice. The last thing I wanted was to give my dad a coronary, which is exactly what would happen if he found out that I’d turned someone into a zombie, even if that person was my no-good ex.
    My cousin, Pax helped out for a few days, but that hadn’t lasted long before he gave Zombie Mick back to me. I guess keeping a zombie hidden in his basement just creeped him out too much.
    Aunt Selena was in the process of searching for a way to reverse the spell, but until then I was stuck with him.
    Selena insisted that I had to have changed the words since her usual spell reversal wasn’t working.
    It was possible since we’d been in the middle of a heated argument when I cast on him. Who is really thinking clearly when they are trying to reason with a brick wall?
    Pushing the door shut, I made sure it was locked. The last thing I wanted was for the housecleaning service to come across a zombie in my office. That could get sticky.
    The image of Mickey D feasting on the help brought on a shudder. I was definitely going to have to get this problem taken care of as soon as possible.
    And now I had another problem. If my anonymous client was right, Canton’s death had been murder and more would follow.
     
     

Chapter Two
     
    Although it was only 9:00 in the morning, I put the Out to Lunch sign in the window and locked up.
    The day was already warm but not hot. Summer in Wyoming could be stifling, but usually the Red Rock Valley stayed cool. I figured that was due to its magical elements. It was those same elements that had drawn the witches and other supernatural creatures to the valley in the first place.
    According to myth, the veil between this world and the unseen world was thinnest in Red Rock Canyon. Naturally, when news of the canyon made it to other parts of the world there was a massive migration of wicked witches, as well as not so wicked witches.
    I wasn’t sure just how