Саманта Сильвер

A Grizzly Discovery

A Grizzly Discovery (Willow Bay Witches #5)

Samantha Silver

Blueberry Books Press

Contents

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Also by Samantha Silver

About the Author

This book is for Jeanie, one of the most important black bears in the history of Whistler, Canada. Thanks to Jeanie we now have a better understanding of black bears. She was a true ambassador for her kind.

1

The lab puppy in front of me was definitely not having a good day.

Keegan was seven months old, pure black, and right now, his face was swollen to about three times its normal size. He looked at me with his sad, deep brown eyes.

“Everything feels funny,” he whined at me.

“Yeah, you’re not feeling that great today, are you little guy?” I asked in a sing-song voice. My name is Angela Martin, and I’m a witch who can talk to animals. It comes in pretty handy in my profession, as I’m the resident vet in Willow Bay, a small town on the Oregon coast. Unfortunately, when the dog’s owner is standing three feet away from me, it’s harder for me to have an actual conversation with the patient.

I stood up and looked at Anne Peters, Keegan’s owner. She was in her mid-forties, with brown hair and a friendly—if worried—face. “He’s going to be fine,” I told her. “At this time of year, when the weather starts to get a bit cooler, the bees start trying to find warmer places to stay. A bee likely got into your home, and I imagine Keegan found him. I don’t see anything to indicate this could be an infection or anything of the sort. We can give him a Benadryl and he’ll sleep away the afternoon and be fine by tomorrow morning.”

“I didn’t mean to eat it,” Keegan whined. “It was just… buzzing. And moving. I couldn’t resist.”

“You’ll feel better in a few hours little guy, don’t worry,” I told him. “In the future, try to avoid eating bees. They’re important to the planet, and that way your face won’t look like a soccer ball.”

Anne thanked me and took Keegan back into the reception area. I made my way there a few minutes later to find Karen, the receptionist, laughing with Sophie, my best friend and vet technician.

“I can’t believe that poor little dog’s face swelled up just from trying to eat a bee!” Karen told me when I came out, and I smiled.

“Yeah, it’s amazing how common allergic reactions to bee and wasp stings are in dogs. Hopefully he’ll think twice before trying to eat another one.”

“That’s because dogs are morons,” Bee, my black cat, said from her curled position on her bed that rested on top of the reception counter. She didn’t even bother opening her eyes to make the statement, and I glared at her. Bee could be a bit of a drama queen. Luckily, she tended to think of herself as being superior to the animals that came to the vet’s office, and made her superiority known by pretending none of the animals existed when they were in the clinic.

“If I know lab puppies, that’s definitely not the last time we’re going to see Keegan in here because he ate something ridiculous,” Sophie replied, and I laughed. Labs were, in general, what I liked to call “adventurous eaters”, in the sense that if it looked like it would fit in their mouth, they would try to eat it. Half the time, even if it didn’t look like it would fit in their mouths they would try anyway.

“We have a bit of a break until the next patient, right Karen?” I asked her. It was the Thursday of the first week of September; all the kids were going back to school, the weather that had been so warm and sunny just a few days earlier had now turned cool and overcast, and the clouds threatened to unleash their anger in the form of torrents of rain every minute of every day. As a result, business was slower than usual at the vet clinic.

“Yes,” Karen said, looking at the schedule. “You’ve got a break now until one this afternoon, when Strawberry is coming in. Something about him being less active than usual.”

“Well, that’ll probably turn out to be that his owner decided to take up running again,” I said. A few months earlier Strawberry had been in for the same reason; the white schnauzer/poodle cross told me that his owner had recently taken up running, and was making the lazy, rather round Strawberry join him, and that was the reason Strawberry was so tired all the time. Apparently the running phase lasted about two weeks before his owner decided it was too hot to run in the summer.

Just then, the phone rang. I was thinking maybe I’d actually get a chance to catch up on some long-overdue paperwork during the slow afternoon when Karen handed me the receiver.

“Hey, do you want to take this? It’s Chief Gary.”

Chief Gary was the local head of police in town. A nice man and a good cop, over the past few months he’d had a bit of fame over his handling of a few different murder cases here in town. I knew he hated the attention; apparently the FBI had offered him a job. All Chief Gary wanted to do, though, was run his small town the way he was used to doing it. I took the receiver and hoped nothing was the matter.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Angela. It’s Chief Gary here.”

“What can I do for you?”

“How busy are things with you at the clinic right now?”

“Not busy at all, actually.”

“Would you mind coming by this crime scene I’ve got here? I’m looking for some expertise from someone with animals.”

“Uh, yeah, of course,” I said, fearing the worst. Willow Bay didn’t have any dogs that I’d consider dangerous in any way. There were three people who owned pit bulls in town, but they were the absolute nicest dogs. I sincerely hoped none of them had attacked anyone. “Can you tell me what’s going on?”

“We’ve found a body in the woods, and it looks like it’s been mauled by a bear.”

Well, that certainly wasn’t what I was expecting to hear. “Oh. Wow, yeah, I’ll come down and look. I have to tell you though, I don’t have any special training in bear attacks or anything like that.”

“I know, but you’re the closest thing we do have to an expert. The medical examiner in Portland requested that I get someone to come look at the body. If you park at Railworkers’ Memorial Park and take the trail leading from behind the gazebo you’ll come across us pretty quickly; we’re about a quarter of a mile down the path.”

“Sure. Yeah, I’ll come by,” I said. “I can be there in about fifteen minutes.”

I hung up the phone and looked at Karen and Sophie. “Someone’s been killed in the woods behind the park. Chief Gary thinks it might have been a bear attack.”

Sophie’s eyebrows rose while Karen brought a hand to her mouth. “Seriously?” she asked, and I nodded.

“Yup. Chief Gary wants me to go have a look and see if I can confirm. It does seem really weird though.”

“Yeah, we don’t have any grizzlies in this area,” Sophie said. “And I can’t imagine a black bear actually attacking anyone. I’ve never heard of it happening, ever.”

Despite the common conceptions, bears actually very rarely attack people. In general, a bear will only attack if it feels provoked. Mothers with cubs are the most likely to attack a human, as they feel the protection of their young is the most important thing. However, even then a black bear mother is more likely to bluff charge (pretend to attack, then stop at the last second) a person she sees as a threat and run away than actually attack. A grizzly bear is more likely to attack than to run away, but the Willow Bay area hasn’t had a grizzly bear spotting in over fifty years. Most of the grizzlies moved to the woods deeper inland, further from human contact.

I’ve spent my whole life living in Willow Bay, and I had never heard of a bear attacking a human.

“It’s weird,” I agreed.

“I mean, remember in high school when I was dating that guy, Brodie or something?”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re going to have to be way more specific than that.” Sophie had been, well, a little bit on the promiscuous side in high school, and through most of adulthood. In fact, her current relationship with Taylor Shaw, a local policeman, was currently at an all-time record for Sophie of five months.

“Oh shut up,” Sophie replied, sticking her tongue out at me. “There was only one guy named Brodie at our high school. Tall, football player, brown hair. You’re just jealous because you didn’t get any back then.”

“One of us had to care about their grades instead of chasing boys.”

“And look where it’s gotten you; you spend your days being peed on by cats and puked on by dogs.”

“I think it’s worked out really well, I’m your boss so I get to make you do all the gross stuff!”

“I’m going to pee and puke on both of you if you don’t stop arguing,” Bee muttered from her bed. I rolled my eyes at her; with Karen in the room I couldn’t actually reply.

“Anyway,” Sophie emphasized, “there was that one time when Brodie and I got drunk and decided to streak through the woods, naked. It was like, four in the afternoon or something, so the sun was still out. I came across a bear, and I was so drunk that I had no idea what to do, so I just started screaming. It bluff charged me, and I ran away as fast as I could.”

“I remember that; we made fun of you for days because you totally panicked and didn’t listen to the rule that you’re just supposed to back away slowly.”

“Yeah, well, if a two-hundred-pound bear came charging toward you at top speed, I’d like to see you walk calmly backwards with your eyes on the ground.”

Karen laughed. “That’s true, though picturing Sophie getting bluff charged by a bear while streaking through the woods certainly is something.”

“Well, as entertaining as this conversation has been, I’m going to go to the crime scene,” I said. “Sophie, do you want to come with? Karen, we should be back before one, but in case we’re not I’ll text you to let Strawberry’s owner know, ok?”

“All good,” Karen told me. “I have a whole bunch of paperwork I can catch up on, and if not, there’s always Netflix.”

I waved goodbye to Karen, gave Bee a quick pat on the head, then headed out to the crime scene where my presence had been requested.

2

Fifteen minutes later Sophie and I were standing at the trailhead just behind the gazebo in Railworkers Memorial Park. A police cordon had already been set up across the trail, but despite the fact that there was nothing visible from inside the park, it seemed half of Willow Bay had shown up to see what all the fuss was about.

“Do they know who it was yet?”

“I heard it was one of those high school kids smoking pot.”

“Are you joking? They wouldn’t cordon off the area if it was just kids.”

“No, I heard he was smoking pot and drowned in the pond.”

“Oh, well that sounds much more reasonable Gladys.”

“Well I don’t see you coming up with any ideas.”

“I already know, it was a woman who was hiking and got mauled by a cougar. I heard that from a very reliable source.”

“Oh yeah, who’s your source, Antonia?”

“Maybe.”

Sophie and I pushed past the crowds of speculators and made our way to the cordon. A young, very frazzled-looking police officer was guarding the yellow tape. He was looking anxiously past us, as though realizing that if this crowd really wanted to get past and see what all the fuss was about, there was no way only one officer who looked like he had just started shaving three weeks earlier was going to be the one to stop them.

“Hi, Chief Gary sent for us. Angela Martin and Sophie Mashito,” I told him.

“Oh. Uh, yeah, step on through,” the man said, lifting the yellow tape for us slightly. Sophie and I slipped under the tape and walked along the path until it became obvious that we were approaching the body.

Chief Gary was speaking with Taylor, Sophie’s boyfriend, but as soon as he caught a glimpse of us he waved and made his way over.

“Angela, Sophie. Thank you for coming,” he told us both. “Please, over here. I know it’s not the first dead body you’ve ever seen, but I should warn you, this one is a bit gruesome.”

Sophie and I glanced at each other as Chief Gary led us off the path slightly and into the woods. About ten yards off the trail we reached a tiny clearing where a man’s body lay.

He was facing upwards, his eyes staring into emptiness. He had been blond, and athletic looking. I had to admit, I was a little bit thankful that I didn’t recognize him. Willow Bay being as small as it was, I knew a good seventy percent of the people that lived here; probably more than that just by sight. I didn’t recognize him at all.

His face and body were scratched, his clothes torn. I crouched down next to him and inspected the marks, and Sophie knelt next to me.

“Well, I’m glad the cops didn’t find me like this back when I was a teenager,” she said.

“Yeah, it doesn’t look like a good way to go,” I replied.

“Now, I’m not the expert, but it looks like bear claws to me.”

“It does, doesn’t it,” I said uneasily. I moved to the other side of the body and saw that his head had been caved in; the wound was covered in dried blood. I looked up at the nearby pine trees: one of them had a matching blood stain about five feet up.

“The impact against the tree is the cause of death?” I asked Chief Gary, who nodded.

“Yeah. We think the bear attacked him, then pushed him and he hit his head, which was the death blow.”

I looked over at Sophie. “Do you recognize him?” I asked her quietly, so Chief Gary wouldn’t hear. She shook her head no.

“Weird for a body we don’t recognize to show up here like this, and someone we don’t know at that.”

“Well, if he was a tourist, maybe he ran into the bear and didn’t know what to do and was attacked.”

“If anything could have provoked a bear to kill someone I think it would be seeing you naked,” I joked, and earned a punch in the arm from Sophie for my trouble.

“Oh shut up. What do you think, anyway? You’re the vet.”

“I don’t know,” I said slowly, getting up from my hunched position. By all accounts, it did look like a bear attack. It was difficult to be exact, of course, and I certainly wasn’t trained in animal attacks, but the scratches were consistent with a large animal such as a bear. “I mean, it could be a bear.”

“What else could it be?” Chief Gary asked, and I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe a cougar? I find it unlikely that a cougar would have attacked a man of this size though. But then, I also think it’s unlikely that a bear would attack.”

“But it is possible?”

“Yeah, it’s definitely possible. But something about this is bugging me. There’s something nagging at me, telling me this isn’t a bear attack.”

Chief Gary shrugged. “That’s fairly normal for civilians, I find. There’s an innate desire for something to be more than it is. I’ll tell the medical examiner that you think it could be a bear attack, and I’ll tell him about your nagging doubt, as well.”

“Trust me,” I said. “My intuition is really, really good.” I wasn’t about to mention the fact that it was literally magical. If my intuition was telling me something was wrong, I was sure I was missing something.

I saw Sophie glance at me when I mentioned my intuition, and a minute later she made her way toward Taylor, her boyfriend.

“I know, Angela. You always were a smart cookie,” Chief Gary told me. “I wouldn’t hold my breath though. The more information we gather, the more it looks like this really was a bear attack. I’ll have to wait for the medical examiner’s determination before we declare it for sure, though.”

“So basically what you’re telling me is that it’s almost certainly going to be labeled as being an attack from a bear,” I said dejectedly. I wasn’t stupid; I could read through the lines of what Chief Gary was telling me.

“Well, nothing’s been made official yet, but with what you’ve told me, that the marks on the body are consistent with a bear attack, I suspect that is what the final ruling from the medical examiner is going to be.”

“Great. Now everyone in Willow Bay is going to be calling for a bear cull,” I muttered, mostly to myself. I knew people tolerated bears, so long as they didn’t attack people. If someone was found dead, and the bears were found to be at fault, I knew there was going to be panic. This wasn’t good.

A couple of minutes later Sophie came back to stand next to me. Chief Gary thanked us for coming by, and made us promise not to tell anyone about what we’d seen. We promised—and I knew my journalist boyfriend Jason was totally going to make me break that promise later—and made our way back along the path. We didn’t speak until we got back into Sophie’s car.

“What did you go ask Taylor?” I asked when we were finally sitting there.

“Oh, you noticed that, did you? I was trying to be subtle.”

“We were practically born in the same hospital room; you can’t hide from me.”

Sophie laughed. “Fair enough. I actually just managed to sweet talk some information out of Taylor. If your witches’ intuition is telling you there’s something off about that scene, there’s something off.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “The more I think about it, the more I think that man was murdered.”

“And in that case, we’re the only people who are going to be willing to solve it.”

“Exactly.”

“So that’s why my information from Taylor is going to come in handy. The man was from England; he had a driver’s license on him with a London address and a UK passport. His name was Jeremy Wallace.”

“Well, that certainly explains why neither one of us recognized him. England isn’t exactly right next to Oregon. What was he doing here?”

Sophie shrugged. “Taylor had no idea. The only thing they have so far is his name.”

“Who on earth would want to kill a man so far from home? Unless it was totally random. Or someone followed him from England.”

“The list of people who want him dead and are in this country is probably pretty small,” Sophie agreed. “On the bright side, just think of it this way: it’s probably not going to be that hard to solve this murder case.”

Little did we know at the time just how wrong Sophie was.

3

“I know what you’re going to say before you say it, and the answer is absolutely not.”

My sister Charlotte had her arms crossed when we walked into the door after work that day, Bee trotting in behind us.

“That one’s never any fun,” Bee said haughtily, jumping up onto the back of the couch to avoid being near Sprinkles, Sophie’s dog, who came running toward us at top speed, his tail wagging a mile a minute.

“I agree with you, Bee, Charlotte isn’t any fun,” I said to my sister, sticking my tongue out at her.

“I might not be any fun, but I don’t get myself almost killed on a regular basis.”

“What are you opposed to us doing now?” Sophie asked.

“You’re going to look into that bear attack,” Charlotte replied.

“How do you know there was a bear attack? You’ve been in Portland all day.” Charlotte was just starting her third year of medical school in Portland. She was hands down the smartest person I knew, as much as it pained me to admit it sometimes.

“News travels fast. I also heard that they weren’t sure it was a bear attack, and that a vet was called in to have a look at the remains.”

“So, I just went and did my civic duty,” I said.

“And I guarantee you think the guy was murdered and want to investigate.”

“If it was a bear attack, then what’s the problem? There’s no murder, so we can’t get into any trouble,” I tried. Charlotte threw up her hands.

“You’re impossible, you know that?”

“What? My logic is impeccable,” I replied. “If it really is a bear attack, like the cops think, then there aren’t any problems, because there’s no murderer around to try and stop us from investigating.”

“I agree with Angie,” Sophie grinned. “What’s the harm in finding out if anyone wanted that guy dead?”

“I can’t believe you two. What happens if he was actually murdered? Then the two of you are the only people trying to figure it out. That’s a great way to find yourselves in the murderer’s crosshairs.”

“Well we don’t know that there even is a murderer.”

“I knew it,” Charlotte said. “I knew you weren’t going to be able to leave well enough alone. Hell, I should have let the two of you go to San Francisco and find that stupid diamond that got stolen. At least the robbers didn’t kill anyone over it.”

Two days earlier, one of the most valuable diamonds in the world was stolen from its owner in San Francisco. The Helena Diamond, named for the woman over whom the Trojan war was fought, was discovered in South Africa over a hundred years ago. Its current owner, the daughter of a rich businessman from South Africa, was in San Francisco where the diamond, valued at over fifty million dollars, was taken from her hotel room. So far, no arrests had been made, but it made a bigger splash in the news than Kim Kardashian having her first baby.

“Please,” Sophie scoffed. “After you’ve solved a few murders, robbery is child’s play.”

“Excuse me,” I interrupted. “I’ll remind you that I was the one who happened to solve most of those murders.” Ok, I was being just a little bit petty.

“Yeah, but you never would have solved them without our help,” Sophie retorted.

“I guess that’s fair,” I had to admit.

“Ok, we’re definitely getting off topic here,” Charlotte interrupted. “We agree then; we’re not going to investigate this at all?”

“No!” Sophie and I replied in unison.

“We absolutely don’t agree,” I said.

“Besides, I already found out his name from Taylor. At the very least we can look him up online and see what he was doing in Willow Bay.”

Charlotte threw up her arms. “The two of you are impossible. I’m not coming to your funerals when you get yourselves killed one day.”

“Good, we want our funerals to be fun,” Sophie said, sticking her tongue out at Charlotte while grabbing my iPad off the table. Charlotte rolled her eyes as she grabbed some vegetables out of the fridge to make an omelette for dinner while Sophie opened my Facebook account and typed Jeremy Wallace into the search bar.

Unfortunately, with it being a relatively common name, it took us quite a while to figure out which one of the hundreds of Jeremy Wallaces with Facebook accounts we were looking for.

“How about that one?” Sophie asked.

“That guy lives in Michigan.”

“Oh. Well narrow it down then. You can search by city.”

“Fine. How are we going to recognize him, anyway?”

“We saw him today.”

“I really hope for his sake that he didn’t always look like he did today with his head bashed in and blood all over him.”

“Fine, well use your imagination just a little bit. Did you notice any tattoos or anything?”

“On his face?”

“Mike Tyson made that kind of a thing, didn’t he?”

“Uhhhh not so much, no. Hey, how about him?” I asked, pointing to the picture of a guy who looked to be in his mid-thirties. He was quite frankly a little bit too old to take pictures of himself showing off his abs in a mirror—did any dudes really still do that after they hit 23 or so?—but our dead guy definitely had a lot of muscle on him.

Sophie tapped on his profile, and fortunately, his whole profile had been set to public. I should have guessed; guys who show off their abs in their profile pictures aren’t usually worried about getting too much attention. Unfortunately, pictures of Jeremy’s abs seemed to make up about ninety percent of his profile.

“This guy sure loved himself, didn’t he?” Sophie muttered as we scrolled down the page.

“Find anything interesting?” Charlotte asked as she tossed some mushrooms and red peppers into the frying pan.

“Other than the fact that this guy probably single-handedly kept selfie stick companies in business?” Sophie asked. “Seriously. Why even bother keeping the shirt on if you’re going to lift it up to your chest to show off your abs all the time?”

“I’m a big fan of this one, where he’s not only showing off his abs, but doing it at the beach here in Willow Bay,” I laughed, pointing to a photo captioned “American beaches are pretty nice.”

“Oh, yeah, that is the beach here, isn’t it?” Sophie said, squinting to see better. “That’s taken next to that big tree at the end of the beach, right?”

“Exactly,” I said, nodding. “It looks like he was a tourist.” Old Oakie was one of the most famous trees in Willow Bay, overlooking the beach from the end of one of the hiking trails. I enjoyed taking that trail and hanging out by the tree, which gave a panoramic view of all Willow Bay. Kids loved to climb the tree in the summer; a hole in the middle of the trunk made it easy to climb up to the thick branches above. A part of me was surprised the guy hadn’t taken a picture of himself doing a pull-up off one of the branches to show off even more.

Sophie scrolled down further and we saw a few more pictures. One of them was captioned “Everything’s bigger in Texas” with a rather crude accompanying photo.

“Did this guy think he was in a frat, or something?” Sophie asked, rolling her eyes when she saw it. “He looks like he’s in his thirties. Like come on man, there’s a time to act sixteen years old, and it’s not when you’re over thirty.”

“You know what the worst part of this is?” I asked.

“The photos?” Sophie replied.

“No, the fact that he’s obviously a tourist. He’s been to Willow Bay, there’s a picture taken in LA, and another from Texas. The dude was obviously doing a US road trip. Which means that either someone from the UK followed him here, or he was killed by some random attacker.”

“Or someone that he traveled with,” Charlotte offered.

“If he was traveling with someone you’d think they would have taken his pictures for him,” I replied. “These were all selfies.”

“You’re also speaking as if he was murdered,” Charlotte said. “Doesn’t this make it even more likely that it actually was a bear attack?”

My shoulders slumped as I realized Charlotte had a very good point.

“Fine,” I said. “We’ll wait for what the police determine. If they decide it’s a murder, then we know that we’re looking for probably someone totally random, or another British person. If it’s a bear attack, well, then we’ll see.”

“You know who else is good at investigating, if they decide it’s a murder?” Charlotte asked pointedly. “The police. Leave it to them,” she said, putting the omelette in front of me.

“Fine,” I said. “If the cops decide it’s a murder, you’re right. There’s no reason for us to get involved. But if they say it was a bear attack, well, I don’t think they’re right, and I’m going to get an answer one way or another.”

4

It didn’t take long for the answer to come. My third client of the morning the next day, a young couple whose energetic husky was prone to jumping off things that were too high for a dog to jump off, came in to have me X-ray his leg. Again.

“Did you hear Chief Gary announced that the person who was killed yesterday was mauled to death by a bear?” Irene asked me as I did a quick physical on Jojo, her blue eyes even bigger and rounder than usual.

I raised an eyebrow. “He’s already said that, has he?”

“Yes, there was a press conference at nine,” Irene’s boyfriend Kurt replied. “Some British tourist. It’s so sad; that’s going to impact the town. At least it’s late in the season. Hopefully, by the spring people will have forgotten about it.”

“Do you think we should get a gun?” Irene asked. “After all, our house backs up to the forest. I know Jojo here can handle himself pretty well, but if there’s a bear out there mauling people, well, I want to be able to protect myself.”

I sighed inwardly. This was exactly what I was afraid of.

“I don’t think you need to worry,” I told Irene. “I was there, and I saw the body. While it was consistent with a bear attack, I don’t think it was a bear that did it.”

“Well then what else could it be?” Kurt asked.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “It could have been a murder made to look like a bear attack. But black bears very, very rarely attack people. I’ve never heard of it happening here my whole life.”

“Yes, but if it’s happened now,” Irene said. “It just takes once.”

“Well, I certainly won’t stop you from buying a gun,” I replied. “But I don’t think you need one. Certainly not to protect yourself from a bear. If you want to be safer, you should probably start wearing a helmet inside your car.”

“Well that’s just ridiculous!” Irene spouted.

“So is thinking you’re going to be killed in a bear attack. I know what Chief Gary said, but I also know what I saw, and I know a lot about bears. A lot more than the police do. I don’t think that man was killed by a bear.”

Irene shivered. “I’d almost rather a deadly bear be out there than a deadly human.”

Kurt looked troubled. “So what do you suggest we do?”

I shrugged. “Continue on with your lives. There’s no need to be afraid of bears. I promise, they’re not out to get us. This isn’t the start of some bad horror movie.”

Fifteen minutes later we had confirmation that Jojo had luckily not fractured his leg this time; I sent Kurt and Irene back home with some painkillers and instructions to keep his activity level to a minimum (as much as possible anyway) over the next week or so while the strain healed.

When I made my way back to the reception area, I found that Karen had gone and made an emergency trip to the bank, and we had gained a new addition to the office for the day.

A few months ago Bee had met Buster, an orange cat belonging to a retiree who had recently moved to Willow Bay. The two of them had immediately hit it off, spending all their time together sitting as high as they could and making snide remarks about all the people or animals who crossed their paths. It was actually kind of cute. Extremely annoying, especially when their snide comments were aimed in my direction, but also cute.

When it became obvious that Bee and Buster weren’t content with simply seeing each other once a year when Buster had a checkup, Gloria began dropping him off at the vet clinic some mornings. She would go out, do whatever old retirees spend their days doing, then come back in the afternoon to pick Buster back up. Today was evidently one of their play days.

“Here she is. Should we ask her?” Buster said from his perch on top of the filing cabinet when I came in. Bee was sitting next to him, their eyes boring into me. I sighed.

“What do you guys want?” I asked.

“You say that as though you’re expecting us to want something unreasonable,” Bee said.

“Yesterday you asked me if we could set up a Christmas tree in the living room permanently.”

“Yes.” Obviously Bee didn’t consider that an unreasonable request.

“Be nice to her. It’s important that she say yes,” Buster whispered, as if I couldn’t hear. I narrowed my eyes and was even more suspicious when Bee actually did what he wanted.

“We want to go outside.”

Well, that was unexpected. Bee wasn’t really an outdoor cat. Mainly because I didn’t want her to be; but often whenever the urge struck her, Bee came back in complaining about something. Last time she decided the grass was too “sticky”.

“Really?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

“You’re cramping our style.”

“Oh, I am, am I?” I asked. “How exactly am I doing that? I didn’t even know Buster was here until two minutes ago.”

“There’s not enough people and animals coming in this time of year,” Buster explained. “We need a bigger audience.”

Ah, now that made sense.

“Really? You’re just going to walk down Main Street and judge people?”

“Exactly.”

“Is that all you’re going to be doing?”

“Of course,” Bee said, giving me a look like I’d just betrayed her. “Judging people is what we do.”

“You know, you’re lucky you’re so lazy, or I might not actually believe you,” I said, heading toward the door. Buster and Bee both leapt off the counter like dogs being told they were about to go for a walk. I put my hand on the door handle but didn’t open the door.

“However,” I said, “I do have some ground rules. For one thing, absolutely no eating any wildlife. Do not chase birds. Do not chase squirrels. Do not hunt anything. Got it?”

“We promise,” Bee replied. I looked at Buster.

“I promise too,” he said. “I’ve never been much of a hunter. I’m a pacifist.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “Stay away from cars. Stick to the sidewalks. And do not bother people,” I told them. “Complain about them from afar.”

“Yes mother,” Bee said sarcastically, and I frowned at her.

“If you’re not back in two hours, you’re never going outside alone again,” I warned them as I opened the door.

“Look at that, we have a curfew, like we’re irresponsible teenagers,” I heard Bee tell Buster as they darted out the door before I could change my mind. As if. Teenagers were less moody and more predictable than my cat.

“What are Trouble 1 and Trouble 2 up to now?” Sophie asked as she came out of the back. “Sounds like they’re going on an adventure.”

“They have a date,” I told Sophie. “Like a pair of true romantics, they’re going to wander down Main Street and judge people. Apparently it’s too slow for them in the vet clinic right now, and it’s cramping their style.”

Sophie laughed. “Those two are ridiculous.”

“I know. It’s funny though; I wasn’t sure I ever believed in soul mates, but Bee and Buster are probably the closest thing I’ve ever seen to it.”

“We should hold a little cat wedding for them,” Sophie suggested. “Complete with a cat-sized dress and tuxedo, a photographer, and all our friends.”

I laughed at the thought. “I think Bee would kill me in my sleep if we tried that.”

“I’m still not hearing a downside,” Sophie joked, and I stuck my tongue out at her.

“Hey, so Kurt and Irene told me that Chief Gary announced that Jeremy Wallace was killed by a bear. They’ve decided it wasn’t a murder.”

Sophie’s face fell. “That sucks.”

“It does. Especially since Irene then asked me if I thought she should get a gun, to protect herself. It’s what I’m most afraid of; that people are going to be afraid of bears now.”

“Yeah, that’s not good,” Sophie said. “So are we going to investigate like it’s a murder?”

I shook my head. “Not yet. Charlotte actually made a good point last night—don’t ever tell her I said that—when she said that him being a tourist with no ties to anything in Willow Bay makes it more likely to be a bear attack. And after all, it’s not like I have any solid proof that the guy was murdered. And that’s what we need. We need to know for sure.”

“But how are you going to find out?” Sophie asked.

“I’m possibly the only person on the planet who can just ask the bears and get an answer to that question,” I replied with a smile.

That was how I found myself trudging through the woods at three in the afternoon, bundled up in a thick jacket, but still feeling chilled down to my bones. After a summer of perfect weather in the high eighties, the temperature had dropped suddenly this week, and my body was totally unprepared for the weather to be in the fifties again.

“At least it’s not raining,” I muttered to myself, looking up at the imposing grey clouds above. “Not yet, anyway.”

There was one advantage to the bad weather; it meant I was unlikely to run into anyone else on my way to find the local bears.

I knew there was one female who lived near a little pond a ways away from the end of the trail that I was currently on. All the locals knew she lived there; the bear was nicknamed “Jeanie” and was a favorite of local bear spotters. I was hoping Jeanie would be around and know something.

It took me another fifteen minutes to reach the end of the trail, and by the time I did I was sweating, out of breath, feeling generally gross, and thinking to myself—for probably the tenth time this year—that I should probably exercise occasionally. I made my way through the woods that I knew like the back of my hand—growing up in Willow Bay I’d spent most afternoons in these woods—and five minutes later I found myself by the edge of a small pond, about fifty feet in diameter.

“Jeanie?” I called out as loudly as I dared, and then sat and waited to see if the bear would appear. Hopefully she was both in the area, and willing to chat. Luckily, two minutes later I heard a tree branch cracking nearby, and a minute later the big black bear ambled toward me. She was pure black, except for her snout which was more of a light brown. Jeanie’s rounded ears twitched as she looked at me.

“Hello, human,” Jeanie said to me cautiously. She was still a good fifty feet away; bears were definitely a cautious animal.

“Hi, Jeanie,” I told her. “Is it all right if I call you Jeanie? That’s what the humans in town call you, anyway.”

“That is fine,” Jeanie told me. “My own kind call me Korawaa—it means the mother of cubs in our language. But for you, Jeanie is acceptable. In fact, I think I like it.”

“Thank you, Jeanie. Listen, I don’t mean you any harm. I just want to ask you a few questions about what happened in these woods yesterday.”

“Yes,” Jeanie said. “It was very sad. I saw the man, but when I saw what was happening I ran away.”

Oh, this was even better than I could have imagined! It sounded like Jeanie actually saw the whole thing.

“You’re telling me you saw what happened?” I asked.

“Yes, yes. It was right near here, after all. There is a patch of blueberry bushes not far from where the man was killed. Since I only have two months now until the winter sleep, I thought I would visit the patch.”

“Can you tell me what you saw?”

“The human who was killed was walking along a path, with another human. They were arguing. I could not make out what they were arguing about. The one human then pushed the other human, and the first human hit his head on a tree. The other human continued to attack him, with branches and rocks. I left as fast as I could when I saw that, even though I was not finished eating the blueberries. I did not want to see the violence.”

This was better than I could have ever expected! Not only had I just confirmed that Jeremy Wallace was, in fact, murdered, but there was a chance that Jeanie could even tell me something about the murderer!

“How well did you see the attacker?” I asked Jeanie, and she thought for a minute before shaking her head.

“Not very well, I must say. My eyesight is not what it used to be. When I was a cub, I could see far. Now, not as much.”

“Do you know if it was a man or a woman?” I tried, trying to hide my disappointment. I knew that any information I got from Jeanie obviously wouldn’t count as proof—I had no way of admitting to anyone that my witness was of the ursine variety—but if she could steer me in the right direction, that would be something.

“I do not, sorry,” Jeanie told me. “To be honest, you humans all look very alike to me. For instance, I am not certain if you are male or female. Do not take that to be an insult, it is simply that whenever I see humans I often try to leave as quickly as possible. You are the first human I have seen from so close.”

“I’m not insulted, don’t worry,” I told Jeanie. After all, how could I be? I knew 99 percent of the population wouldn’t be able to tell if a bear was male or female, and they didn’t even wear clothes to cover up their naughty bits like we did.

“I can tell you the attacker was wearing dark clothing. They were dressed in black, from head to toe.”

“Excellent, thank you.”

“I saw there were lights long into the night where the man was attacked. He is not going to be ok, is he?”

I shook my head sadly. “No, he’s not. He was killed.”

“Oh,” Jeanie said sadly. “That is too bad.”

“Hey, Jeanie?”

“Yes, human?”

“I would like you to spread the word around to the other bears to be careful over the next few weeks, ok?”

“Be careful? Why?”

“The humans who are in charge thought that the way the human was attacked looked like a bear had done it. They have announced that the man was not murdered, but killed by a bear. I’m worried that humans are going to be more afraid of bears than usual, and that some of them might try to come into the forest and kill you for their own protection.”

Jeanie looked sadly at the ground. “That is not good. We are a peaceful species. We do not wish harm on the humans.”

“I know,” I told her. “I promise you, I will do everything I can to prove it was a human who killed the man. I will do what I can to protect you. But please, make sure the other bears know to be more afraid of humans than usual for the next little while.”

“Thank you for telling me,” Jeanie told me. “I will spread the word. We will be discreet. I wish you the best of luck with what you are doing.”

I smiled at Jeanie and said goodbye, then headed back the way I came. I checked the time as I walked back toward the park, and home. It was just after four thirty. With any luck, I’d have enough time to have the hottest shower known to man before my date with Jason that night.

5

Just after six Jason and I were sitting in a booth at the local Italian restaurant. Giovanni’s was a relatively new addition to the Willow Bay restaurant scene, having only opened around five years ago. It had a cute, old-world feel to it, with traditional Italian music running softly through the restaurant, warm lighting from candles at each red-checkered-tablecloth covered table and framed pictures of the Tuscan country side adorning the walls.

“So,” I said to Jason as I picked up the menu when we finally settled ourselves into the comfortable booth. “I suppose you’ve been busy with Jeremy Wallace’s death?”

Jason was a journalist at the Willow Bay Whistler, the local weekly paper. I suppose he was the journalist, really. It wasn’t exactly a high circulation paper that warranted a large staff. Jason raised an eyebrow at my phrasing. He was over six feet tall, with gorgeous dark brown hair and cheekbones you could cut yourself on. When he smiled I felt little butterflies in my stomach, and while we initially didn’t exactly get along—it didn’t help that I had suspected him of committing a murder—we quickly found that we had a lot in common and had now been dating regularly for a few months.

“Does the fact that you already know his name mean Willow Bay’s own Nancy Drew is on the case?” he asked with a grin, and I found myself blushing slightly.

“No, no. Nothing like that. Well, maybe something like that. I meant to tell you, I actually got called out to the crime scene to give my advice. You know, what with being a vet and all.”

“Awww, and you didn’t think to sneak a picture of the body for me to run on the front page?” Jason asked, pretending to be hurt.

“Yes, I’m sure you wouldn’t get any complaints about that at all from the population here,” I laughed as the waitress came by. I stuck with the classic spaghetti carbonara, while Jason, being of Italian descent from New York, ordered the much fancier-sounding Bucatini all'Amatriciana, along with a bottle of white wine from Tuscany that he swore was the best wine he’d ever tasted.

“So you’re the one who told Chief Gary it was a bear attack?” Jason asked. “I was curious as to how you knew.”

I shrugged. “Actually, while I said the injuries were consistent with a bear attack, I also told Chief Gary I didn’t think that was what it was.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. I mean sure, being tossed into a tree and covered in scratches is consistent with a bear attack, but it’s not the only possibility. And honestly, I have really good intuition. And my intuition was telling me this wasn’t a bear.”

Jason considered my words. I felt a bit of a pang at not being able to tell him the true reason I knew it wasn’t a bear attack. Being a witch was such a major part of my identity, and yet I knew I wasn’t allowed to share it with Jason. Not until we were married, anyway. Those were the rules.

“So you don’t think it was a bear?”

“No. No, I really don’t.”

“But don’t bears, like, kill people for food?”

I laughed out loud. “Seriously? You know, sometimes I forget that you grew up in New York City and have no idea how nature works.”

Jason looked at me with a gaze that was half abashed, half curious.

“Bears will almost never attack humans, unless they feel threatened. Grizzly bears are the more aggressive type, but there aren’t any of them in Oregon at all. You’ll never run into one here. We just have black bears. Black bears are pretty badly named, to be honest. They can be all sorts of colors, from black, to brown, to cinnamon and even white, although those are pretty rare.”

“Oh, yeah, I saw a video on Facebook of a little white bear cub up in Canada, his mom was black,” Jason replied. “So they won’t attack you if they see you?”

“No. Not unless you act threateningly. That’s why it’s recommended that if you see a bear you look to the ground, speak calmly and back away slowly.”

“While I’ll keep that advice in mind, be aware that if I ever see a bear I will be much more likely to panic and run away screaming,” Jason told me, and I laughed.

“Well, that’s pretty much the worst thing to do, but on the bright side, you’re pretty unlikely to ever run into a bear. They avoid humans pretty well. All that is another reason why I don’t think this is a bear attack.”

Also I spoke to a bear who saw the whole thing happen, I thought to myself. It was starting to suck, not being able to share that part of my life with Jason. It felt wrong to keep that from him. But I knew I had no choice.

“So you think Jeremy Wallace was murdered?”

“I do,” I nodded. “In fact, I’m sure of it, although I don’t really have any proof.” No proof I was allowed to speak about except with Sophie and Charlotte, anyway.

“Then the question becomes, who did it? After all, he was just a tourist.”

“Obviously I’m not the only one who’s been looking into Jeremy Wallace,” I said, sticking my tongue out at Jason.

“Yeah, but at least I have the excuse that it’s my job,” he replied, sticking his tongue back out at me.

“Hey, it’s my job to protect animals. I don’t want it to become open season on black bears.”

“Yeah, that’s true. As much as I’ve always been afraid of bears, I just always stayed away from the forest, since I figured they were unlikely to wander around town to find food.”

“You’d be surprised,” I replied with a small smile. “Especially in the fall when they’re trying to get as many calories in as possible, some of them start wandering into town. There’ll be some warnings not to keep apples on the trees soon, since bears will come by and eat them.”

“Really?” Jason said, his face getting noticeably paler. “Jeez, and here I thought Willow Bay was safe.”

I laughed again. “You come from a city where you see drive-by shootings on like, a daily basis.”

“That’s an exaggeration. New York isn’t like that at all, it’s actually quite safe.”

“So is Willow Bay! Don’t worry though, you probably won’t see any bears in the street. And if you do, remember, just back away slowly from the bear.”

“This conversation is making me feel like the least masculine boyfriend ever, by the way,” Jason added. “I feel like I should be telling you that if I run into a bear, it’ll be ok, because I’ll just punch it and it’ll run away from me.”

“That sounds like a good plan,” I replied as the waitress came by with our meal. For the next five minutes or so I focused on not inhaling the delicious spaghetti and just trying to eat it slowly, like a normal person. Jason was definitely right about the wine; it was hands down the best vino I’d ever had in my life.

“So if you’re going to try and prove it was murder,” Jason asked, “how are you going to go about it?”

“I’m not going to lie to you,” I replied. “There isn’t really much of a plan right now. We’re kind of winging it.”

“We? So Charlotte and Sophie are helping out again too?”

“Well, Sophie is in for sure. Charlotte is pretending to disapprove, but she’ll help too, if only because she thinks we’re going to get ourselves killed if she doesn’t step in.”

“That does sound like Charlotte.”

“I swear, she’s the youngest of the three of us, but she’s basically the group mom.”

“Every squad needs a mom though.”

“Yeah, I know. She is great, even if I do complain about her a bit. So now spill, what have you found out about the guy, with your wily big-city journalist skills?”

Jason grinned at me. “You’re going to owe me tonight for this info.”

“I’m pretty sure I already owe you tonight just for choosing this amazing wine,” I replied with a wink.

“Either or,” Jason replied, and I laughed. “Jeremy Wallace has been traveling the states for two weeks now. He landed in Dallas sixteen days ago. From there he went to San Diego, Los Angeles, Vegas, San Francisco, and was driving up the Oregon coast when he made his fatal stop in Willow Bay.”

“You are good,” I said. “We knew about Texas and LA, but that was it.”

“They don’t pay me barely above minimum wage for nothing,” Jason replied, and I laughed. After Jason’s father had been murdered, he’d received a payout worth enough that he didn’t necessarily have to work for a living, but being an investigative journalist at heart he still took up the job at the Willow Bay Whistler. A lot of people didn’t understand why someone who had articles published in the New York Times would move to Willow Bay, where last week the top story was the controversial decision by the library to repaint their fence a shade of pastel blue instead of sticking with the current white. But I understood. I was a vet who spoke to animals. Protecting and helping animals wasn’t just a job, it was a calling. I would do whatever I could to help animals, no matter how boring or mundane it would be. I couldn’t always deliver calf twins on a farm in the middle of a freak snow-storm; sometimes I had to simply give another cat some flea medication. Jason was the same way.

“Though speaking of, I’ve heard through the grapevine that you’re getting a pretty good rep in the newspaper game these days,” I said.

“Oh yeah?” Jason grinned. “Stoke my ego, tell me what the people of Willow Bay are saying about me,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “Unless it’s bad. Then don’t tell me.”

“Your ego is already big enough,” I said. “But yesterday afternoon I was in Betty’s café, and I got to chatting with Leanne Chu. She said that she’d heard you were approached by The Guardian in England to be their main man for investigations in the United States.”

“Awwww,” Jason said. “I was going to surprise you with that. I suppose I should know better than to expect news to stay secret in Willow Bay for more than twenty-four hours. They offered it to me yesterday morning.”

I laughed. “So Leanne got the info in what, under four hours?”

Jason shook his head. “Small towns are ridiculous. Literally the only person I told was my boss, who was doing the layout for this week’s paper.”

“And let me guess, Leanne came in later to place her weekly ad?”

“I don’t even think she came in. I’m pretty sure she just called him. Anyway, I said thanks but no thanks to The Guardian.”

I wasn’t going to lie, I felt a small weight slide off my shoulders with relief at those words. “Oh yeah? Why did you say no? It sounds like a great opportunity.”

“It is,” Jason replied. “But they wanted me to move to an actual city if I wanted to do it. They said Chicago, LA, New York or Washington would have all been fine, but I couldn’t stay in Willow Bay.”

“I guess this small town is growing on you, bears and all?”

“It’s not so much the town as the people in it,” Jason said. “Well, one person in particular,” he added, and I knew the flush crawling up my face was visible. How I ended up with such a perfect guy, I had absolutely no idea.

“You’re… you don’t have… I mean I like that…” I stumbled over my words like a pubescent girl talking to her crush for the first time, but Jason just took my hand.

“I mean it. You’re special to me, Angie. I like your spirit. I’m staying in Willow Bay. After all, someone has to watch over you and Sophie when Charlotte’s not around.”

“I like how you call me Angie,” I finally managed to answer, and Jason laughed. Before we’d started dating I kept telling him to stop calling me that. It annoyed me like crazy. Now, I thought it was cute. Jason and Sophie were the only two people in the world who called me Angie, and I liked it.

“Now, let’s finish this wine and then we’ll get back to thanking me for the extra information,” Jason said.

“Deal,” I agreed with a coy smile.

6

Fifteen minutes later Jason and I had shared a Tiramisu for desert and were just making our way back out into the cool night air. Jason wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I leaned into him as a strong gust of wind made its way toward us. We were about twenty feet from Jason’s car when suddenly I heard someone call out my name.

“Hey, Angela!”

I looked behind me, where the voice came from, and sighed. Matt Smith was one of those hotshot wannabe real estate developers from Portland who came to Willow Bay every few years with ideas on how to make the place more fresh and modern, without understanding that the rustic charm was half of what brought Willow Bay its tourist traffic. He also seemed to enjoy flirting with me, although I didn’t enjoy any encounter with the man. A few months earlier he had tried to buy the building that my vet clinic was in, promising to do a complete renovation and update which I didn’t want. I’d managed to convince my current landlord to hold off on the sale for six months while I tried to find someone who might want to buy the property, but so far, I’d come up empty.

“Hi, Matt,” I said. “Can you make this quick? Jason and I want to get home,” I said.

“You think you can get away with this?” Matt asked. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I haven’t been avoiding you. And I’m not exactly hard to find. I’m in my vet clinic from Tuesday to Saturday.” I could feel Jason tensing up next to me at Matt’s tone.

“I know you’re the one who ruined my real estate deal. And to think that I actually thought you were a good person when I first came to town.”

“Well, when you come to a place that you have no idea about and want to ruin it completely, you can’t be surprised when you came across some objectors.”

“I’m going to turn this backwater dump into a waterfront property worth millions,” Smith hissed. “Stop meddling in my business, or else.”

“Or else what?” Jason suddenly asked, stepping forward. He was happy to let me fight my own battle up to a point, and apparently that point was a veiled threat. Matt looked him up and down. I smiled when I saw the slight fear in his eyes. Jason and Matt probably weighed about the same, but whereas Matt had the beginnings of a potbelly, Jason’s was pure muscle.

“Or else you’ll be sorry,” Matt finally spat out. He took a quick step back after saying the words, which made them seem far less threatening than he had probably been hoping for. Jason took a step forward.

“You stay the hell away from Angela from now on. I don’t care what kind of big businessman you think you are. You absolutely do not threaten my girlfriend.” Jason was such a happy guy most of the time; I’d never seen him like this. It was obvious he was angry; his hands were clenched into fists and he had a frown on his face that I was glad I’d never seen before.

“Whatever, man. Stop trying to impress your girl. You’re just lucky you got there first.”

“I wouldn’t date you if you were the last man on earth and the entire continuation of humans as a species depended on us being together,” I told Matt.

“Now get out of here, before I really hurt you. And stay away from my girlfriend.” Jason took another step forward and Matt seemed to get the message.

“Fine, fine,” he said, backing up. “But I’m telling you. Stay out of my real estate deals,” he added as a parting shot to me before turning and running off.

I felt a chill run through me, and this time it had nothing to do with the cold air outside.

“Are you all right?” Jason asked, putting his arm around me protectively.

“Yeah, I am, thanks,” I replied, giving him a small smile. “Don’t worry about that guy. He’s just a creep who thinks I’m out to stop him from making money.”

Jason looked worried. “I don’t know. He actually threatened you.”

“I knew tons of guys like him when I went to college. They think they’re all that because their daddy gave them a trust fund with a million bucks in it, and then the instant someone actually tells them no, they react like the man-child they are. But I don’t think he’ll ever actually do anything, he just likes to talk big.”

“I don’t know. I know one thing: I don’t like that guy. Be careful around him, ok?”

I had to admit, having Jason being so protective of me felt good. It felt like he really wanted to take care of me, and I liked the feeling.

“I will,” I told Jason. “But trust me, somewhere in Willow Bay, there’s someone more dangerous than him right now.”

“Like the bears?” Jason asked, breaking from his serious mood for a moment to shoot a smile at me. I replied by punching him lightly in the arm.

“No, not the bears. We’ve just gone over how they’re not actually dangerous.”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like to rile you up about them. Now come on, it’s freezing out here, let’s get in the car and go home.”

“I know one way I can warm you up,” I joked as we made our way to the car, and a few minutes later Matt Smith was just a distant memory.

The next day, after a morning that was relatively peaceful, aside from a grumpy old cat who absolutely refused to be taken out of his carrier for a checkup—“I’m fine. I feel fine. Why won’t you people just believe that I’m fine?”—I made my way to Betty’s Café for lunch. Sophie had a lunch date with her boyfriend Taylor, so I made this trip on my own. Sure, it was in part to enjoy Betty’s BLTs, which she made with a vegetarian ‘facon’ just for me, but also I wanted to know if any of the other people in town had any information about Jeremy Wallace and his murder. Betty’s Café not only served the best baked goods in all of Oregon—and possibly the rest of America as well—but it was also the prime gossiping location in Willow Bay.

As the small bell above the door jingled when I entered, I looked around. It seemed most of Willow Bay decided the perfect cure for the less-than-ideal weather was a cup of coffee from Betty’s. I saw a group of new moms huddled around a table, likely celebrating all the time they had on their hands now that their kids were back in school. Leanne Chu, the local real estate agent, was evidently schmoozing a potential buyer at a table in the corner, and Antonia deLucca, the local gossip, was making the rounds, going from table to table with her coffee in a takeaway cup. I supposed it made for more convenient chatting.

Making my way up to the counter, I sat down on one of the stools at the bar and eyed the cakes greedily. I began to wonder if maybe I should add a slice of warm apple pie to my order when Betty made her way over.

“Is it an apple pie kind of day?” she asked me, and I nodded.

“Definitely. And a BLT. With fries, please,” I ordered.

“Coming right up! I heard you got a front row seat to the scene when they found that poor man’s body the other day,” she told me, heading back to the coffee machine.

“Yeah,” I answered. “They wanted to know if the attack was consistent with a bear or not. Honestly, I don’t think that’s what it was.”

“Well, everyone in town certainly thinks that was it. Tom, the owner of the gun shop down in Wawnee, says he’s never had so many orders for shotguns before. This morning I’ve had about four people tell me they’re worried about bear attacks.”

I sighed. “That’s what I was afraid of.”

“There’s too many people moving here from the city these days. Lived here my whole life, never even heard of a bear attack. One year, old Benjie Harmon, God rest his soul, let the apples on the tree in his backyard go sour; a bear found them and got completely drunk. He started stumbling through main street, while everyone came out of the shops and laughed. He eventually made it past the elementary school, I had twenty-seven kids all crowded past the window. I guess the bear made it into the woods and slept it off, but even then, no one was ever in any danger.”

“That’s the thing. But everyone thinks of bears as killers. I don’t think that’s what it was though. I think the man was murdered.”

“Are you talking about the man who was found in the woods the other day?” a woman who’d just walked up to the counter asked suddenly. She was tall, probably about five foot eleven, and obviously a tourist, with sunglasses on her head and a beach bag on her shoulder. She had one of those faces that reminded me of someone, but I couldn’t quite place it. With her long, brown hair braided behind her, she was quite pretty.

“We are,” Betty said. “Sorry to be so macabre, the town here really is safe,” she added.

“Oh, I’m not worried about that,” the girl replied. “I’m from Montana; my dad runs a cattle farm about an hour from Yellowstone, so I know how to handle myself around bears.”

“Well, welcome to Willow Bay,” I told her with a smile. “We might not be Big Sky country, but we try to be Big Heart country.” Great. That sounded lame, even to me. I was tempted to roll my eyes at myself. At least Sophie wasn’t here to hear me say that. Luckily, the girl just laughed.

“Thanks! I like it here. I’ve just been here for a couple days, but I love it. I was just thinking about that poor man. I heard he was a tourist as well?”

“From England, apparently,” Betty replied. Oh good, now that was public knowledge I didn’t have to keep that a secret anymore.

“Yikes. His poor family. I wonder what he was doing in those woods.”

“Hiking is really popular here,” I offered. “Especially for people who come from places, like England, where there aren’t really any mountains. Everything is just so different here.”

“Oh, of course. I mean, we have a few mountains in Montana, but I’m from the flat part in the far north of the state. I saw Mount Hood on the drive over and it almost blew me away. I don’t know how anyone hikes around here, I think it would be way too exhausting!”

“Don’t worry,” I told her, “Most of the trails around here are actually pretty low elevation. We’re close enough to the ocean that you won’t climb more than maybe a hundred feet on a good hike here.”

“Could you show me?” the girl asked, pulling out a map of Willow Bay and surrounds that I knew the local tourist information center gave away.

“Sure,” I replied, pulling a pen out of my purse and looking at the map. I pointed out the trailheads for a few popular trails.

“Just make sure you don’t take the Bay View Trail,” Betty offered. “That rain storm we got last night washed away parts of it, so it’s closed for now.” I smiled at Betty. She was always the first to find out about everything that happened in this town.

“And which one was the one where the man was killed?” the girl asked. “I just want to avoid that one, since I assume the cops will have sealed it off for a few days.”

I showed her, and the girl thanked me.

“Are you talking about the dead Englishman?” I suddenly heard Antonia deLucca say from behind us. She had obviously been eavesdropping on our conversation.

“We were,” I said, wanting to know what Antonia had heard. “Why?”

“Apparently he was staying at the Willow Bay Inn,” Antonia told us in a conspiratorial whisper. “He’d only stayed one night. A bit of a strange character; the owner, Willis, saw the man leaving at three in the morning. He came back about an hour later.”

“Weird,” I said, and the girl next to me nodded.

“I wonder what he was doing in the middle of the night,” she asked.

“Well that, I don’t know. But it doesn’t matter now. He wasn’t killed in the middle of the night; he was killed by a bear.”

“That’s true, I guess that settles it. He probably wasn’t doing anything too weird, and if he was, well, it’s all over now.”

“Yeah,” I said absent-mindedly. I knew Jeremy Wallace wasn’t killed by a bear. I wondered what on earth he was doing going out at three in the morning on his first night in Willow Bay, and whether it had anything to do with his death.

This had been a very productive visit to Betty’s Café after all, I thought as Betty put my BLT in front of me and I dug into my lunch.

7

“Well obviously we have to get into his hotel room and look for clues,” Sophie told me in a hushed voice as we got ready for the afternoon—preparing a vaccine for a dog coming in for his yearly booster, and then getting ready to look at the sample we took from a lump in the cat from this morning. I was fairly certain the lump was just going to end up being fat-filled, rather than anything dangerous, but it was always a good idea to know for sure. Karen was in the reception area, and probably couldn’t hear us, but I agreed with Sophie that it was better to be safe than sorry.

“Good, that’s exactly what I was thinking.”

“We should go after work. Right at five is when hotels are at their busiest, since that’s when people check in. Since it’s slow season, any other time will probably result in at least somebody in there noticing us.”

“I like your thinking. Plus, Charlotte won’t be home by then, so we don’t have to tell her what we’re doing until after it’s done.”

“That’s an even better reason. Awesome. We leave from here and we go straight to the inn.”

The afternoon seemed to fly by, and at exactly a quarter to five I sent Karen home for the day as Sophie and I took turns changing in the bathroom in the back of the store. When we came out, no longer wearing our scrubs, we put them in the car and walked the two blocks down to the Willow Bay Inn.

The Inn, as it was known locally, was a three-story high building toward the end of Main Street. One of three hotels in town, it was easily the most recognizable. Built entirely of red brick, with white wooden balconies leading out of the half-moon windows that faced the street, it had that rustic, old-world charm that Willow Bay was so known for.

Sophie and I quickly made our way inside and found ourselves in a warm lobby with hardwood floors covered in a number of rugs, and an old oak reception desk against the far wall. Luckily for us, the one person at the desk was busy with a client, and Sophie and I quickly made our way to the door that led to the stairs on the left side of the room.

“How are we going to figure out which room was his?” Sophie hissed at me as we reached the second floor.

“The cops will have sealed it off, right?” I said confidently. I hoped that was right, at least.

We walked down the hallway on the second floor, but there were no indications anywhere that the police had sealed off any rooms. Hoping I wasn’t wrong—if I had to turn myself invisible to get a look at the room register downstairs, who knew how long that was going to take—Sophie and I continued up to the third floor using the stairs at the other end of the hall. Luckily, when we got there, we struck gold.

“Bingo,” Sophie said, pointing to the first door on our right. Across the front of it was a police seal and a strip of police tape warning people not to enter. “How are we going to get in without breaking the seal?” she asked, looking around. Luckily, the whole hallway was empty. It was slow season, after all.

“Nonvideroa,” I said, pointing at Sophie, and instantly she disappeared. I repeated the spell, this time pointing at myself, and I quickly disappeared from view as well.

“You know, it’s not that I don’t trust your critical thinking skills, but this just means no one can see us, not that we can get past a police seal.”

“Gee, really?” I asked sarcastically. “I hadn’t thought of that. Give me a second, at least.”

“Pondoroa,” I said, pointing at Sophie, feeling another burst of energy exuding from the tip of my finger. “There. Now you should be weightless, you can travel through the wall. Just walk straight into it, and I’ll meet you in the room,” I said.

“Ok, here I go,” Sophie said. I couldn’t see her, but a moment later I heard a loud thud, followed by a string of swear words. That wasn’t good.

“I’m going to kill you when I can see you again,” Sophie finally said when she felt like stringing a sentence together, her voice sounding incredibly stuffed up, like she had a cold.

“Shhh, keep your voice down,” I admonished. Just because nobody could see us didn’t mean nobody could hear us. I looked over at the door to the room and saw a dark red blotch that wasn’t there a minute before. “Are you bleeding?”

“How on earth should I know? I can’t see anything. But I do know I went straight into that door and I definitely didn’t go through it. You can’t tell me to keep my voice down when your stupid magic is the reason my face feels like it just got bashed by a baseball bat.”

Suddenly, it came to me. “Oh my God, I did the wrong spell!”

“Yeah, I kind of figured that.”

“I’m so sorry, Sophie,” I told her. “I honestly didn’t mean to. Ponderoa,” I tried again. “Ok, that one should work.”

“Nuh-uh. There’s absolutely no way I’m walking back into that door first. I’m pretty sure my nose is broken, by the way. If you’ve permanently scarred me for life I know who the next person to show up murdered in Willow Bay is going to be.”

“Ok, I guess that’s fair,” I said, pointing to myself and repeating the spell. I didn’t feel any different. “I’m going in now. If it works, then follow me in.”

“I hope you bash your nose straight into the door,” Sophie replied. Just in case, I put my arms out in front of me, but it wasn’t necessary. I slipped straight through the wood like it wasn’t even there.

“The spell worked, you can come through,” I told Sophie as I pointed at myself and said “Videroa.” I suddenly re-appeared, then felt a worrying sensation in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t see Sophie anymore, but she could definitely see me. “Please don’t kill me,” I begged, putting my arms up in front of my face. I’d seen Sophie punch someone in the face before; she had a good arm on her. But a minute passed, and there was still no sign of her.

“Sophie?” I said, looking around the room.

“I’ve decided I’m going to stay like this,” Sophie said. “I’m going to haunt you now. I’m basically a ghost, since you can’t see me and I can walk through walls.”

“Ok, stop it,” I said, trying to tell where the voice came from. “Let me make you visible again.”

“Fine, but only because I think I might bleed to death soon,” Sophie said. “I’m in front of the door.”

I pointed to the door and cast the reversing spell at Sophie. She suddenly appeared in front of me, and I gasped when I saw her. The bridge of her nose was black, but more noticeable was the steady stream of blood pouring from her nose.

“Oh my God, Sophie, get into the bathroom!” I ordered. She made her way in there and I grabbed one of the white towels off the rack and held it to her nose. “How on earth did this get so bad?” I asked.

“I walked into a door because someone who’s supposed to be my best friend told me to and I trusted her.”

“I honestly thought I had the right spell,” I said. “I just accidentally said ‘o’ instead of ‘e’.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not the one who has to suffer for your forgetfulness. I take it back; we should have invited Charlotte to come with us. At least she remembers her spells properly.” Charlotte was a way better witch than me. And I wasn’t just saying that because thanks to me Sophie’s face was bruised and bloodied. Charlotte studied witchcraft like everything else, and with that amazing brain of hers, she had mastered spells I didn’t even know existed.

“Hey, I haven’t had to use that spell in like, at least five years. You can’t blame me for screwing up one syllable.”

“Seeing as I’ve lost at least half my total blood volume, I think I can blame you for whatever I want.”

“You haven’t lost half your blood, just, like, probably one-tenth or so.”

“Great, now you sound like your sister, but without the actual ability to do magic correctly the first time around.”

A few minutes later we managed to staunch most of the bleeding, although we’d completely ruined one of the hotel’s towels. I threw it into the bathtub, making a mental note to grab it before we left.

“Ok, let’s get into things,” I said, ignoring the scowl Sophie shot in my direction. We went back into the main part of the hotel room; Jeremy Wallace had evidently just paid for a studio. There was a double bed at one end, a small desk next to a cabinet that held a mini-fridge and a few amenities, with a TV on top. His suitcase lay open on the floor, clothes scattered haphazardly around it. Jeremy Wallace was obviously not the kind of guy to use the closet.

“Shouldn’t we like, not be touching things in here?” Sophie asked as I made my way toward the suitcase.

“Why not? It’s not like it’s really a crime scene anymore, the police already announced that they don’t think it’s a murder. I wouldn’t even be surprised if that seal comes off the door before tomorrow.”

“So what you’re saying is if we’d waited twenty-four hours I wouldn’t have an upcoming trip to the hospital to get my face X-rayed?”

“You can’t get an X-ray for a broken nose,” I replied. “Since technically it’s cartilage and not bone.”

“I’m going to pay you back for this. One day. I promise.”

“I said I was sorry!”

Sophie gave me a dark look as I began to look through the pile of clothes. There was nothing interesting there, mainly athletic gear—it seemed Jeremy Wallace spent almost all of his disposable income at Under Armour—and I started to feel like maybe we weren’t going to find any clues about where Wallace had gone at three in the morning the night before he was killed. After all, it wasn’t like Willow Bay had any twenty-four hour gyms for him to frequent.

Sophie was looking through the closets, under the bed, in the fridge, anywhere else that might give us some kind of clue. After less than five minutes, she let out a sigh.

“If I have to look like someone punched me in the face for a few weeks and we don’t even get anything out of this search, I’m going to be pissed,” she said.

“Yeah, this guy was basically the definition of a light traveler,” I said, getting a bit exasperated myself. I sat back on my haunches and looked around the room. Apart from the small suitcase, it seemed practically empty. Then, suddenly, I saw with the last of the sunlight streaming in through the window that one of the floorboards near Sophie was a bit separated from the others.

“Hey, what’s that?” I asked, motioning for her to move over as I got up.

“What?” Sophie asked, peering over to where I mentioned. “Oooh,” she continued as she noticed the floorboard as well. I pressed on it a few times and quickly found that it was actually a bit loose. With a bit of help from Sophie we managed to pry it up. I reached in and grabbed a cell phone, one of those cheap ones you can buy anywhere for around $20.

“Weird,” Sophie said. “Wasn’t there a phone found with him when he was killed?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “That one was a nice phone though, one of those new Samsungs and not the ones that spontaneously explode, either. This one’s a burner.”

“You watch way too many bad cop shows on TV,” Sophie replied.

“I do not!”

“We don’t even know if it belongs to Wallace. Maybe it was some other person who stayed here who hid it here, and they just forgot it when they left.”

“Fine,” I replied, flipping the phone open to have a look. Suddenly, something began to scrape against the door lock. Someone was coming into the hotel room. This was not good.

8

“Bathroom,” I mouthed silently to Sophie, who nodded. I grabbed the phone and slipped it in the pocket of the hoodie I was wearing, then followed Sophie into the bathroom, closing the door silently behind us. Just as I did so I heard a click of the lock; whoever was coming in was in. Sophie climbed into the bathtub, and I followed after her.

“Nonvideroa,” I whispered, pointing to Sophie. A second later I repeated the spell with myself. We were now invisible, but anyone could still feel us if they touched where they were. I hoped whoever was here was just going to ignore the bathroom completely.

The sound traveled through the closed bathroom door pretty easily, and I took Sophie’s hand as we listened to the conversation happening in the main part of the hotel room.

“It’s not going to be here, Andrew, you moron.”

“Well I didn’t see you coming up with any better ideas.”

“I can’t believe he managed to blindside us like this. The hard part was supposed to be over.”

“And now Claire says her man in New York is starting to get cold feet because we haven’t brought him the goods yet.”

“Yeah, well, Claire can just make her man be patient, can’t she? After all, it’s her fault we’re in this situation to begin with.”

“And now Kevin is thinking of ditching us all and running back down to whatever hole of a town he crawled out of and laying low.”

“Never trust the getaway man. They’re babies. Every single one of them. Now come on, give me a hand moving this fridge.”

“Hold on, Jack. Give me a minute here. I’m going through his stuff in the suitcase.”

“It’s obviously not going to be in the suitcase, you idiot. He hid it. And damn it, he took the location to his grave. I never thought he had it in him, the arrogant jerk.”

I instinctively looked over at where I knew Sophie was and raised my eyebrows. It seemed as though Jeremy Wallace had stolen something, and these men were trying to get it back.

The sound of furniture moving came from the other room, giving me a chance to try and think about what we’d just heard. What had Jeremy Wallace stolen? Was it related to his death? It absolutely had to be.

“There’s nothing here,” I heard the man who’d been called Andrew say finally.

“Fine, check the bathroom,” Jack replied. Sophie suddenly gave my hand a squeeze as my eyes widened. This was less than ideal.

The door to the bathroom squeaked open. In front of us stood two men: one was lanky; he must have weighed one hundred and thirty pounds soaking wet. His black hair was greasy and plastered to his forehead. The other was the same height, both a little under six feet tall, but with brown hair and at least an extra fifty pounds on him, much of it in the potbelly of his stomach. When they spoke, I realized the first man was Andrew, and the second Jack.

“Geez man, how are we going to find anything in here?” Andrew asked.

“Stop whining and look around. You never know.” Jack went over to the toilet and lifted up the lid, looking inside of it, while Andrew bumped into him looking through the two drawers under the sink. It wasn’t exactly a big bathroom. Suddenly, I noticed the towel, still covered in blood that Sophie and I had used to staunch the bleeding. I wasn’t the only one.

“Ewww, there’s a bloody towel here,” Andrew complained.

“Probably because Jeremy was such a girl,” Jack replied, but I was too terrified to even roll my eyes.

I had basically stopped breathing. I was pressed up against the far wall of the shower as far as I could, as if I could become part of the wall. I was sure Sophie was doing the same thing. I didn’t think it was possible for my stress level to go any higher, but then it did.

“Why don’t you make sure there’s nothing in the shower?” Jack asked Andrew. This time I squeezed Sophie’s hand as hard as she squeezed mine.

“Seriously? You can see straight through it; it’s not like he’s hidden anything there.”

“Check the drain. Pry it up. You never know. Stop whining, you know what’s at stake.”

If I’d been visible right then, I know I would have looked like a ghost. I could practically feel the blood draining from my face. There was nowhere for Sophie and I to go. The shower was a typical hotel room shower—about four feet long, with a two foot long door at the end. No matter how you cut it, there was no way Sophie and I could slip out of here undetected if Andrew came into the shower stall. And that was exactly what he was doing. I had to stop them. I did the only thing I could think of and reached into my pocket. There was the burner phone, yes. I had to hang onto that. But there was also a tube of chapstick. Perfect.

Anything that was in my clothing when I set the spell to make us invisible was also invisible. Andrew was just opening the door when I lobbed the chapstick out into the main room as hard as I possibly could.

To my delight, it hit the dresser in the other room and made enough of a sound that both Andrew and Jack stopped for a second.

“What on earth was that?” Jack asked, and Andrew shrugged. “I’ll check it out. You finish looking in here.”

Crap. That definitely wasn’t what I was going for. Andrew reached for the bathroom door, and I realized we had literally zero options. I grabbed Sophie’s hand even harder, hoping she realized what I was about to do. As soon as Andrew stepped toward the shower I did my best football player impression and ran into him, shoulder first. Seeing as Andrew wasn’t much bigger than I was, the force of it knocked him down and he let out a yelp as I pulled Sophie behind me and we rushed past him and out of the bathroom.

“What’s the matter now?” Jack asked as Sophie and I ran to the opposite side of the bed. We had enough space now that if either man came toward us we could move around them and to the other side of the room without touching them.

“I don’t know, something knocked me over when I went into the shower.”

“What, the soap dispenser? Geez, it’s a wonder Kevin even trusted you for this job. You can’t even walk into a shower without falling over.”

“Hey, my job normally involves sitting in front of a computer screen, ok? Not sneaking through hotel rooms like some common criminal.”

“Well, if you want your share of the money, you’d better learn quick,” Jack growled, and the two of them went back to looking for whatever they were after. I kept hoping they’d give us more of a hint, but after that there was minimal talking. About ten minutes later, they realized whatever they were after wasn’t there, and they left.

“Videroa,” I said twice, and Sophie and I reappeared. Sophie’s face was about as white as mine felt.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” she said to me, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I know,” I replied, looking at the door. We had to get out of this hotel room, but at the same time I knew I needed a bit of a breather, and I was sure Sophie did as well. My heart was pounding a million miles a minute. Thank goodness Jack had simply blamed Andrew’s clumsiness for his fall. I pulled the burner phone out of my pocket and looked at it. We had to take this back home and have a look at it.

“Ok,” I told Sophie after a minute. “Let’s get out of here.”

“I’m fully down with that plan,” Sophie said. “That was the scariest thing I’ve ever done, and one of my dumb exes managed to convince me to go on the Hellevator when we went to that fair in Vancouver one summer. This time you have to be the first one through the wall, though.”

I supposed that was fair. Still, I wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

“What? No way! I’m the one doing the magic, that means I get to pick who goes through the wall first.”

“Fine,” Sophie said, making her way to the door and opening it normally. I gasped. She’d just broken the police seal! Sophie rolled her eyes when she saw my face.

“You’re such a goody two shoes. Those other two guys didn’t have any magic abilities; they already broke the seal. Obviously.”

My face flushed red as I realized what Sophie said made perfect sense. “Fine,” I muttered as we walked out the door and headed back to the vet’s office.

We decided to look at the phone while we were still at work; no one else was here, and we didn’t want to wait the five-minute drive until we got back home. I flipped the phone open and pressed the button to read the texts.

Sophie and I huddled over the screen. There were texts from four other phone numbers, all with a 415 area code. None of the phone numbers had been saved as contacts, so there were no names attached to the numbers. I opened the uppermost message and read. Jeremy’s phone hadn’t replied to any of the texts, which were exclusively threats.

You’re going to die for this.

What the hell, man? We were supposed to be in this together?

I guess millions of bucks just wasn’t enough for you?

Where the hell are you, Jeremy?

Jeremy, call me. Claire says you’ve run off with the loot.

Sophie and I looked at each other and both raised our eyebrows as I opened up the second set of texts. Again, whoever was texting Jeremy Wallace didn’t get any replies.

You better not have taken that secret to your grave.

Where is it? Listen, text me back. We can make a deal. Just you and me, ok?

Jack better be kidding, but the guy isn’t exactly a barrel of laughs. Did you really steal the diamond? We will find you. And you’d better hope it’s one of the others that finds you first.

This time, when I read the texts, my mouth dropped open. I looked at Sophie.

“Do you think this means what I think it means?” Sophie asked, and I nodded.

“Yeah. I think Jeremy Wallace was one of the people that stole the Helena Diamond.”

9

“You know, what you’ve discovered is so frigging unbelievable I can’t even be mad at you guys for breaking into a police sealed hotel room.”

“So that’s the line, is it?” I replied. “We just have to find proof that the murder victim was part of a gang of thieves that stole a multi-million-dollar diamond, and then we’re free to commit as many felonies as we want?”

“Shut up, Angie,” Sophie said. “She’s actually not nagging us for going out and doing something for once, just leave it alone.”

“Good point,” I replied, and waited for Charlotte to continue.

“I actually think you’re both correct. I think they did steal the diamond. After all, 415 is a San Francisco area code.”

“Who even knows that sort of thing?” Sophie muttered quietly, and I let out a giggle while Charlotte glared at her.

“So what do we know about the thieves then?”

“Well, there were five of them,” I said. “Jeremy and the four people who sent him texts.”

“Also, he was working alone in stealing the diamond from the thieves. All four of the people sent him threats about what they’d do to him if he didn’t give them back the diamond.”

“The two men who also broke into the hotel room—Jack and Andrew—they were almost certainly two of the thieves. And the other two were mentioned by name. Keith and Claire.”

“Good,” Charlotte said. “That’s a lot of information to start off with.”

“Plus I bet you that answers the question of where Jeremy Wallace went in the middle of the night the day before he was killed,” I continued. “He probably went and hid the diamond somewhere, since it seems like none of the others have it, and if the police had found it when they initially searched his room they would have announced it for sure.”

“So that means that hidden somewhere in Willow Bay is a stolen diamond worth tens of millions of dollars,” Sophie said, letting out a low whistle. The three of us looked at each other. This was serious.

“Obviously we have to go give Chief Gary the cell phone,” Charlotte said.

“Uh, absolutely not,” I replied.

“Why not? It has evidence that Jeremy Wallace was involved in the diamond theft, and gives a ton of motives for his murder.”

“And in doing so, Sophie and I have to admit that we committed a felony. I want justice for Jeremy Wallace, but I don’t want to go to jail over it.”

“Well maybe you should think about that before committing crimes,” Charlotte shot back.

“Hey, if I didn’t do this, then we wouldn’t know Jeremy Wallace was one of the diamond thieves anyway.”

“Angie’s right,” Sophie said. “We can’t go to Chief Gary. We can’t admit we were in that hotel room. Besides, he thinks it was a bear attack anyway.”

“And he might change his mind if he knew that there were four people out there with a perfect motive to kill someone,” Charlotte argued. I would never admit it, but she had a point.

“We have to find a different way to let Chief Gary know what happened,” I said.

“How?”

“I don’t know.”

“That’s not exactly helpful.”

“I’ve only had like, thirty seconds to think of a solution. I don’t see you coming up with anything, either.”

“I have come up with a solution. Tell Chief Gary what you did. He’s not going to throw you in jail.”

“You don’t know that. And I’m not admitting to him that I committed a crime. Not a chance. Give me like, at least a few hours to come up with something.”

“Fine,” Charlotte said.

I texted Jason to see if he wanted to grab some dinner. He texted back that he was, so I left Sophie and Charlotte and made my way to the Ship’s Anchor, the local pub in Willow Bay. The music there was loud enough, and the booths private enough, that I could tell Jason everything I’d learned without fear of being overheard by anyone.

Rather than drive down, I decided to walk to the pub to give myself a little bit of time to gather my thoughts and think about everything I’d learned today. Even though the sky was overcast, it didn’t look like it was going to rain, but I grabbed an umbrella just in case. I could always get Jason to drive me home if the weather changed over dinner.

As I made my way down the streets of Willow Bay, the sky darkening just enough to cause the streetlights to turn on automatically as I walked beneath them, I considered everything Sophie and I had discovered that afternoon.

Jason Wallace had been a diamond thief. There were four others in the group with him. He stole the diamond, hid it somewhere, then was killed. Presumably all four of the others were in Willow Bay.

But there were questions. Most pressingly: why did the killer murder Wallace without finding the location of the diamond? If Jason Wallace had died without telling them the diamond’s location, then they had no way of finding it. He couldn’t have told the killer; the others were still in Willow Bay looking for the stone. Unless one of them already had it in their possession and was only pretending to still be looking. That didn’t make any sense either though; whoever had the diamond would probably leave straight away to avoid detection.

This flurry of thoughts sped through my brain as I headed down Main Street toward the pub. Suddenly, I heard a noise to my left. I looked over and saw a black and an orange cat darting away from me and behind Betty’s Café at top speed.

“Bee? Buster?” I asked, confused. The cats certainly looked like mine. And now that I thought about it, when we’d gotten home I hadn’t seen Bee at all. The cats were gone so fast, a part of me wondered if my mind was just playing tricks on me. It certainly looked like Bee, but Bee wasn’t the kind of cat to wander off and get into trouble on her own. She was just far too apathetic for that.

I shook my head. It must have been a couple of other cats. The fact that they were black and orange was just a coincidence; I must have made myself think it was them because of the colors.

Putting the cats out of my head, three minutes later I walked into the Ship’s Anchor. Sure enough, Livin’ on a Prayer was blasting out of the speakers. I saw Jason already sitting in a corner booth, so I made my way over to him. The Ship’s Anchor was modeled after the kind of bar you’d expect to see in Pirates of the Caribbean, but without the dive-bar clientele. The provincial furniture, corner fireplace and dim lighting certainly gave a rustic impression, but the clientele was definitely not the type to toast each other at two in the morning. I walked past Betty having dinner with a friend, and Leanne Chu sitting at a corner table by herself with her laptop and a beer.

I slipped into the booth next to Jason and leaned my head on his shoulder.

“Hey,” he told me, kissing me on top of the head. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his closeness for a minute until the waitress came by with a menu. She was noticeably cool toward me, and incredibly warm toward Jason. I was used to that by now. I ordered a vodka and orange juice—I figured after the day I’d had I deserved a stiff drink—and began to speak.

“So,” I said, perusing the menu even though I already knew I was going to get the black bean quesadilla with tortilla chips on the side. It was my usual here. “I actually do have a reason for this last-minute dinner.”

“You mean you didn’t miss me so much that you couldn’t stand going another minute without having me in your presence?” Jason asked with a grin.

“Well, there is that,” I conceded. “But also, I have a huge scoop for you.”

“Ooooh, do tell!” Jason said, his eyes twinkling.

“Seriously, you’ve never had a scoop this big,” I told him.

“I’m not going to have it at all if you don’t tell me what it is.”

“Fine,” I said, sticking my tongue out at him. “Jeremy Wallace was one of five people involved in stealing the Helena diamond. He stole it from the rest of the thieves and hid it somewhere in Willow Bay before he was killed.”

I didn’t think I’d ever seen Jason actually look surprised before. He was the least flappable person I’d ever met; Willow Bay probably didn’t come close to what he’d seen in New York, even with all the crazy events of the last few months. But this time, his mouth dropped open and his eyes widened.

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m one-hundred-percent serious.”

He let out a low whistle and closed his eyes. “You know, Willow Bay was advertised to me as a small, seaside resort where nothing interesting ever happens. And now you’re telling me on top of four, probably five murders since I’ve arrived here, a band of criminals are searching for one of the most famous diamonds in the world that’s hidden here somewhere?”

“Technically Caroline Gibson was murdered in Wawnee, and Jessica Oliver’s body was just dumped here,” I replied with a shrug. “But yeah. If it helps, apart from the group of thieves, I’m pretty sure the four of us are the only people who know about this.”

“So you think one of the four thieves killed Jeremy Wallace?”

“Yup.”

“How did you find this out, anyway?”

I lowered my voice to barely more than a whisper; Jason had to lean in to hear me.

“Sophie and I broke into Jeremy Wallace’s hotel room; we found a hidden burner phone and then two of the other thieves broke in as well.”

“And they didn’t see you?”

“We hid in the bathroom,” I replied, inwardly cursing myself for forgetting about the magic part. At least it wasn’t a total lie.

“That’s crazy,” Jason told me. “You two realize you could have been seriously hurt, or killed, if they’d found you? One of them could be the murderer.”

“I know, but we couldn’t know that two of the other thieves were going to break in at the exact same time we did,” I argued, although secretly it warmed my heart that Jason cared so much about my safety.

Jason shook his head. “I’m glad you’re safe. And I’m glad you found that information. Can I have a look at the phone?”

I nodded and pulled it out of my purse, handing it over to Jason. Suddenly, I had an idea.

“You could actually solve one of our problems!” I exclaimed.

“Oh?”

“We want to get the phone to Chief Gary. After all, we want him to know that Jeremy Wallace was one of the diamond thieves, and that there are people out there with reason to kill him. But we didn’t know how to do it without admitting that Sophie and I broke into his hotel room where there was a police seal.”

A small smile crept up Jason’s face. “And here when I first met you I thought you were a goody two shoes. So you want me to take the phone and tell Chief Gary a source gave it to me?”

“Exactly!” I replied.

“I can do that,” Jason said. “He’ll probably know where it came from though. There aren’t a lot of people around who have been digging into Jeremy Wallace’s life. Everyone seems to have accepted that he was killed by a bear. By the way, I’ve been reading the letters to the editor. At least four of them have called for a bear cull. I recommend that you write one for the bears; I’ll make sure it gets top billing.”

“Thanks,” I replied with a sigh. People were just so scared of bears. I mentally added writing a letter to the editor to my to-do list for the next day. “I’ll email it over to you in the next day or so.”

“Sounds good,” Jason said. “I’ll copy the messages on the phone and send them to you before giving this to Chief Gary.”

“Thanks,” I replied with a smile. This was good. This way Chief Gary would have to admit there were people out there willing to kill Jeremy Wallace, and he might give the case another look.

“I’m impressed that you found this out,” Jason told me after the waitress came by to take our orders then left. “Seriously. If you ever decide that veterinary medicine isn’t for you, please take up investigative journalism.”

“Thanks,” I told Jason, shooting him a smile.

“And if you’re going to be committing any crimes with Sophie in the future, please remember that I make a pretty good bodyguard.”

“I figured that you aren’t really supposed to commit crimes to get a story.”

“It only counts as a crime if you get caught,” he replied with a wink, and I laughed.

“So how are you going to figure out which of the four people killed Jeremy Wallace?”

“I have absolutely no idea,” I replied. “We only found out about it a couple of hours ago. Luckily, Sophie and I now know what two of them look like. We snuck a look at them while we were hiding.” I winced inwardly at the lie. What did the Witches’ Council know, anyway? Who were they to decide who was allowed to know about magic and who wasn’t?

“So you could draw a picture of them?”

“Well, Sophie and I both have the artistry skills of an uncoordinated elephant, so that’s probably not the best idea. If Chief Gary wants to match us up with a sketch artist—if he even has access to a sketch artist—we can probably do a pretty good mock-up. I know I’d recognize them if I saw them again, though.”

“So now you have to figure out who the other two—Keith and Claire—are.”

“Yeah, find the two people who don’t belong in a town full of tourists. Piece of cake.”

“Look on the bright side, a week ago there were about a hundred times the number of tourists than are here now.”

“That’s true,” I conceded. “Well, I look forward to looking at everyone who’s not from Willow Bay as being suspicious from now on.”

“You’ve never sounded more like a small-town person,” Jason joked, and I punched him lightly in the arm.

“Not everyone from a small town is suspicious of outsiders,” I replied.

“Yesterday Elise Grobin spent fifteen minutes asking me about every member of my extended family, and wrote down all their names so she could look them up on Facebook.”

I laughed. “I’m surprised Elise Grobin even owns a computer.”

“Yeah, her daughter was there. When she was finished Elle apologized to me and told me her mom doesn’t even own a computer, she just heard Rose from the library telling someone you could look people up on Facebook.”

I laughed even harder. “That sounds about right.”

Just then the waitress came by with our food, and I dug into the quesadilla as Jason and I continued to share our stories from this small town I was very proud to call home.

10

I woke up Monday morning to the sound of my phone going off, but it wasn’t my alarm.

It couldn’t be my alarm. The vet clinic was closed on Mondays and I always made sure that it was off so I could sleep in. I’d stayed up late the night before, telling Charlotte and Sophie what Jason and I had discussed, and trying to figure out if Bee was telling the truth when she said she’d been in the house the whole time but had been hiding in a pile of fresh laundry before because it was warm and my voice was too loud and scratchy to listen to.

The tune was also that of an incoming call. Someone was phoning me.

I reached around in a half-dazed state until my hand found the phone, and I vaguely looked at the call display before pressing accept. It was Chief Gary.

“Hello?” I answered, trying to sound like I was already awake and failing miserably.

“Hi, Angela? Sorry to wake you,” came Chief Gary’s voice on the other line.

“No, don’t worry, I was already awake,” I lied. “What’s going on?”

“You’re going to want to come down to the vet clinic. I’m afraid somebody vandalized it last night.”

Instantly my blood went cold. “What?” I had expected him to be calling about the phone Jason was going to hand in to him. The first thought that ran through my head was that thank goodness we didn’t have any animals staying overnight right now.

“Yeah. There are some broken windows, and it looks like your computer’s all smashed up. I’ve got a few guys covering the place for now, but you’re going to want to get down here.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” I replied, hanging up the phone and throwing on whatever clothes I could find lying on the floor. This wasn’t a time to be worried about my appearance. I texted Jason as I ran through the living room.

“What’s wrong?” Sophie asked as I rushed through the living room toward the door.

“Someone broke into the vet clinic,” I replied.

“Oh, crap!” Sophie exclaimed. “I’m coming with you.”

The two of us rushed out of the house and Sophie drove like a maniac to make it down to Main Street in about three minutes. She double parked on the side of the road and we pushed past the crowd of people mingling in front of the vet clinic to have a look at the carnage.

As soon as I saw the front of the office, my heart sunk. The front window had been completely smashed; shards of glass lined the tiled floor inside and the sidewalk outside. Yellow police tape was strung across the hole, and a police officer I didn’t recognize was trying to keep people back.

“I’m so sorry Angela.”

“Who could have done this sort of thing?”

“Don’t worry dear, things will fix themselves up.”

“The police will definitely find the people who did this.”

I tried to thank the people offering me their good wishes, but I could barely even speak. All I could do was look at the shop. Sophie pushed past everyone and led me to the front door. We walked into it, and when I saw the word WHORE spray painted in big, red letters against the wall my mouth went dry.

Who would do this sort of thing?

Suddenly, a solid hand slipped into mine. I looked up to find Jason standing next to me, his face grim.

“Are you all right?” he asked, and I nodded.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. I wasn’t here when this happened. I just got a phone call from Chief Gary about it a few minutes ago.”

“What’s the damage?” Jason asked, and I opened my mouth to tell him I wasn’t sure yet when Chief Gary himself came over and answered instead.

“A few thousand dollars,” he told Jason. “There’s the spray paint, and the broken window. Also, the main reception computer was smashed up, and a bunch of files from the cabinet were tossed around. I’ll need Angela to tell me if any of them are missing.”

“Oh, Karen will know that a lot better than I will,” I replied.

“Ok, I’ll talk to her about it. It looks as though the vandal or vandals tried to get into the back room, but they didn’t manage it.”

“That’s a relief, at least,” I replied. The back room was where all of the expensive equipment, as well as all the drugs, were kept.

“Do you have any idea who could have done this?” Chief Gary asked me, and I shook my head no.

“I do,” Jason replied. “Matt Smith.”

Chief Gary looked a little bit surprised.

“Him? What does he have against Angela?”

Jason explained to Chief Gary about Matt Smith’s attempt to buy the property, and my negotiation with the property owner to put it off for six months.

“Would he really do something like this, though?” I asked. “I mean, it’s one thing to get mad and complain about me, but to actually break into my vet clinic and vandalize it? That’s a whole new ball game.”

“Remember that he threatened you that night outside the restaurant,” Jason reminded me.

“What was that?” Chief Gary asked, interested. Jason explained the situation to Chief Gary.

“I wish the two of you would have told me,” Chief Gary said. “I don’t like this man threatening Angela.”

“It’s fine, really,” I said, trying to hide how shaken up I really was about this. Jason wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I leaned into him. Having him here made me feel so much safer.

“It’s not fine, Angela,” Chief Gary said. “This might just be some kids deciding to have a laugh. But it might be a lot worse, as well. I want you to be careful in the future, ok? I’ll be sure to have a chat with Matt Smith.”

“I will,” I promised Chief Gary, who nodded and went back to speak with another one of his officers.

“Can we go into one of the exam rooms?” I asked Jason. “I feel like half the town is staring at me here.”

“Of course,” Jason replied. Sophie followed us in and I sat down on a chair in the corner. Jason grabbed me a cup of water from the sink and handed it to me.

“I think it looks a lot worse than it is,” Sophie told me when the door was closed. “I hated the color of those walls anyway.”

Despite everything, I cracked a smile. “Fine, you get to choose the color we paint them next, as long as it’s not something weird.”

“If I knew that was all it was going to take I would have broken in and vandalized the place myself,” Sophie replied. A moment later though, she turned serious. “I agree with Jason, though. I think it was Matt Smith.”

“Maybe,” I conceded.

“Maybe? There’s no maybe about it. Who else would do this sort of thing?”

“I don’t know, ok?” I practically shouted. A moment later, I lost control. Tears began to steam down my face as I sobbed in the chair. Jason was immediately at my side, rubbing my back.

“It’s going to be ok,” he murmured to me. “There’s no permanent damage. Insurance will pay for all of it.”

“I know… it’s just… this place is my baby. I built this vet clinic. It’s my business. It’s my life. I don’t like knowing that someone was in here, doing that sort of thing, purposely trying to wreck it all for me.”

“I know,” Jason replied. “It sucks. It sucks a lot. But Chief Gary is on the case, and we can always try and help figure out who did it, right?”

“Yeah,” I said through my tears.

“But right now, you need to call Karen. You need her to come and sort out the files, and tell Chief Gary what’s missing. And then you have to call the insurance adjustors. Can you do that?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“And then when you’re done, I’m going to get you a BLT from Betty’s to take-out and you can eat it at home, ok?”

I looked up at Jason and smiled. He was just so perfect. “Sounds like a deal to me.”

I got up from my seat, the list of things I had to do galvanizing me. Sophie came over and wrapped me in a big hug.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “Whoever did this, we’ll find them, and we’ll make them pay.”

“Thanks, Sophie,” I told her. Knowing I had such a great best friend and boyfriend really did make the tough situation easier to handle. Fifteen minutes later Karen was on her way, and I’d called the insurance adjustors who gave me a list of everything they’d need for the claim. Getting things done made me feel strong once again, and this time, when I stepped out of the room and saw the bright red slur spray-painted on the wall, it didn’t hurt at all. Someone thought they were getting the best of me. Well, they weren’t.

Five minutes later Karen showed up. I thanked her for coming in on her day off then sent her over to Chief Gary. He promised to be in touch later that afternoon, and then told me the best thing I could do would probably be to go home; anything else and the townspeople would be all over me trying to get as much information as possible. I figured that was a good idea.

“I’ll go get your BLT, and meet you back at your place,” Jason told me, planting a soft kiss on my lips. “You’re going to get through this.”

“Thanks,” I told him with a small smile. Having done as much as I could for now made me feel like I was more in control of things. I wasn’t exactly scared; to be honest, I wasn’t sure who would have done this. I still wasn’t sure that it was Matt Smith, although he was a pretty good candidate. I think a part of me hoped it was simply some kids deciding to play a prank, or something.

Sophie and I pushed past the crowd of people once again. I thanked a few well-wishers, then we made our way back toward the car.

“Hey, Angela,” I heard a familiar voice say, and I froze. Sophie and I turned around and faced Matt Smith, who had a crooked smile on his face. “I hear you got a nice dose of Karma this morning.”

Before I could reply, Sophie had stepped forward threateningly. “I can show you Karma if you’d like. Right in your stupid mouth.”

Ok, Sophie’s threat didn’t exactly make sense. But Smith certainly got the gist of it, and he laughed. “Oh yeah? You’re going to beat me up, are you? You weigh like what, a hundred pounds?”

“At least Sophie isn’t a coward, like you,” I replied. “Did you feel like a big man, breaking into an empty vet clinic and trashing the place?” I didn’t know why I’d said it. After all, I wasn’t even convinced that Matt Smith had been the guilty party. Maybe I just wanted to see his reaction. I got my answer in the form of a laugh.

“You think I did that? Well, you certainly can’t prove it. It’s too bad Willow Bay is such a charming city and no one has any security cameras around that might show the guilty party.”

“If we’re as backwards as you think we are, then it won’t surprise you to know I don’t believe in innocent-until-proven-guilty,” Sophie said with a small smile.

“Luckily for you, I make it a rule not to hit women,” Smith told Sophie, looking at her with disdain.

“Unfortunately for you, I make it a rule to only hit creeps,” Sophie replied, taking a step forward. To be honest, even though Smith had at least sixty pounds on Sophie, I would probably put my money on her in a fight. Sophie was scrappy. And while I knew I should probably be the mature one and stop her, I found myself just watching to see what would happen.

“Matt Smith!” I heard a voice boom from behind me, and before anything else could happen, Chief Gary was striding up the street toward us. “Good. You’ve saved me some time by being here. I’d like to speak to you about the vandalism at Healthy Paws Vet Clinic today.”

“You’re just the man I want to see as well,” Matt Smith replied. “This woman here was threatening me.”

“Why am I not surprised that you’re a total tattletale?” Sophie replied, rolling her eyes. Chief Gary simply sighed.

“You have no witnesses. I don’t think Angela will back up your story.”

“I didn’t hear any threats from Sophie,” I answered dutifully. I didn’t like lying to Chief Gary, but I certainly wasn’t about to tell the truth here.

“See? Now, I want you to come down to the station to answer some of my questions.”

Smith’s face fell slightly, and he glared at Sophie and I before allowing himself to be led toward the police station at the other end of the street.

As Sophie and I climbed back into the the car, I realized just how much I needed that BLT, and it wasn’t even ten in the morning yet. It was going to be a long day.

11

When Sophie and I got home—Charlotte was already long gone to Portland for her medical school studies—we only had to wait about five minutes before Jason arrived as well. As soon as he heard about our encounter with Matt Smith on Main Street, he was pissed.

“So he pretty much confirmed it was him. I knew it,” Jason said, angrily pacing around the living room. Sprinkles, Sophie’s dog, was following after him, wagging his tail and trying to calm him down. Jason finally sat down on the couch and gave Sprinkles a pat on the head.

“I agree,” I said. “I wasn’t sure before, but I am now. I definitely think it was him.”

“On the bright side, maybe Chief Gary will put him in holding and accidentally lose the key,” Sophie said.

“It’s just an intimidation tactic,” I said. “He wants me to suffer for ruining his business deal. Well, too bad for him, I’m not backing down. I’m going to find an investor to buy the property.”

“Now that’s the fighting spirit from the Angie I know,” Jason grinned at me. “You will need to be more careful though. If he’s willing to vandalize your business, who knows how far he’ll go to get that property out from under you.”

“Well hopefully Chief Gary will have enough to lock him up, and then maybe he’ll get the hint and leave town,” I replied.

“Hopefully, but I wouldn’t count on it.”

“Well, I’m not going to live like a monk because one guy has it out for me,” I continued.

“Of course not. But just… be careful,” Jason said, looking worried. “I can kick his butt if he comes near you when I’m around, but if he doesn’t, well…”

I took the sandwich Jason brought over and put it on a plate, then went over to the couch and sat down next to him. Sophie took a spot on the armchair.

“I agree with Jason,” she said.

“What kind of best friend are you?” I replied through a big bite of sandwich. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“And you’re supposed to be able to eat like an adult,” Sophie said, scrunching up her face at my eating habits. “But Jason’s right. You need to be more careful. Maybe carry a can of mace around or something.”

“Isn’t that illegal?”

“I doubt anyone will care if you stop him from attacking you with it.”

“I don’t think that’s how the law works,” Jason piped in. “But I like the sentiment. Maybe a legal weapon of some kind.”

“If you’d like I can follow you around and claw him if I see him,” Bee said from her spot on top of the bookshelf. “I miss the feeling of human flesh under my claws.”

I smiled at my cat. With Jason around, I couldn’t answer her, and she knew it. Bee could be incredibly loyal, and also so creepy and weird at the same time.

“Ok,” I said. “I promise I’ll be careful from now on.”

“Good,” Jason said. “Also, I meant to tell you earlier, I went and saw Chief Gary late last night. I gave him the phone.”

“And so he’s going to re-open the murder investigation?” Sophie asked. Jason shook his head.

“No. He said that while it’s good that I brought it in, as long as the coroner declares the cause of death to be a bear attack, he can’t investigate anything. He said he’ll bring the new evidence to the coroner, but he doesn’t expect much. However, he did say that the search for the diamond is a separate case, and that the police are onto that now.”

I sighed. “Well that’s still not really going to help find Jeremy Wallace’s killer.”

“True, but it’s still better than nothing.”

“Yeah, I guess. Still, it’s frustrating. People are scared of bears, and the more we look into this, the more obvious it is that Jeremy Wallace was killed by a person. It’s only a matter of time before someone goes around killing the bears around Willow Bay just because they’re afraid. And it seems like Chief Gary isn’t doing anything to stop that from happening.”

“Well, saving bears isn’t his job,” Sophie pointed out. “Saving people is.”

“No, his job is to maintain law and order in Willow Bay. As far as I’m concerned, that includes not killing defenseless animals just because people are a bit scared of them.”

“It also hasn’t happened yet,” Jason added. “There have been no reports of bears killed.”

“It will, though. It’s only a matter of time. That’s why I need to solve this as fast as possible.”

I didn’t know why, but I was pissed off. I was angry. Maybe it was the combination of Chief Gary refusing to face facts, the scare Sophie and I had gotten in the hotel room and the vet clinic being vandalized. Everything was coming to the surface, and I could tell I was about to erupt with rage if I didn’t do something soon.

“I’m going out,” I declared, grabbing a jacket off the rack by the door. “I need some time to myself. I need to think about things.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Jason replied. “We’ll be here when you get back.”

“That’s Jason politely avoiding the fact that you’re acting like a crazy person,” Sophie replied, earning herself a glare from Jason.

“I did not say that at all. Angie’s obviously stressed, and I think maybe a walk alone could be incredibly helpful.”

“Thanks, babe,” I told Jason with a small smile, and headed out the door before I said something to Sophie that I’d later regret.

“Stupid everything,” I muttered to myself as I headed down toward Main Street. I made sure to keep my head down, and I’d grabbed a hat before leaving. On top of everything else, I didn’t want to run into anyone that wanted to chat about my vet clinic being vandalized. I was going to kill Matt Smith. Well, maybe not literally. But I was definitely going to step up my efforts to find an investor interested in the shop. Maybe I should ask Lisa, Sophie’s mom. She ran an accounting business out of Portland; there was a good chance she knew a bunch of rich people. Maybe one of them would want an investment property on our side of things.

Instinctively, I began walking toward Main Street, although I made sure to avoid the vet clinic side. I began to head the other way, toward the library and the beach, when suddenly I saw a familiar face: it was Andrew, one of the men who had broken into Jeremy Wallace’s hotel room. My eyes widened for a minute, then I had a split second to make a decision. Darting into a small alleyway between two buildings, I looked around. Good, no one was around.

“Nonvideroa,” I whispered, pointing at myself, and instantly my body disappeared. I went back into the street, where Andrew was walking away from me. I followed about six feet behind him—I knew that since I was invisible, as long as I made sure not to make any noise or bump into anything, there would be no way for him to know I was there. Andrew continued down Main Street and made his way toward the library. He nodded at Rose, the librarian, on his way in, and I followed close behind him. Andrew looked like a man who knew where he was going.

Instead of making his way to the racks, Andrew went up the stairs to the second floor, where a bunch of the older historical records of Willow Bay were kept. This obviously wasn’t by accident; the second floor of the library was often completely deserted. Sure enough, Andrew and I were the only two people there now.

Andrew sat in one of the chairs at one of the tables and took out his phone. I moved over behind him, but it turned out he was only playing Clash of Clans. Great.

I moved over to the corner and waited for about five minutes. Then, there was noise coming from the stairs. A minute later, Jack showed up.

“Look who’s early, for once,” Jack said to Andrew, who looked up lazily from his phone.

“Well, it’s not like there’s anything else to do in this town. The hotel doesn’t even have decent Wi-Fi.”

“Yes, truly a tragedy for the ages.”

“Hey, if the only car on the road was a Ford Focus you’d probably get pretty antsy too,” Andrew replied. Just then, another man came up the stairs. He was tall, and beefy, with sandy blonde hair and an authoritative face. He looked like the kind of person people listened to, and when he spoke, he had the voice to match.

“Where on earth is Claire? That woman is the least punctual person I’ve ever met.”

“Relax, Kevin,” came a familiar voice from the stairs, and I realized as she made her way into the room that I’d seen her before. Claire was the girl from the coffee shop who was asking questions and told Betty and I she was from a farm in Montana! “I’m here. I’m like, two minutes late.”

“Two minutes was what got Billy Bite-me shot by the cops back in ’97,” Kevin replied.

“And we’re not on a job, so we don’t need to be on time. Besides, the cops don’t even know that Jeremy was one of us. Hell, they don’t even know we’re all here in town now.”

“I’d like to keep it that way too, so why don’t we all keep our voices down,” Jack ordered, and the four of them settled into chairs, making a loose circle. I moved to the outside of their little circle, sitting on the floor against the wall about four feet away. I could still hear them, easily, but they couldn’t see me.

“So why did you call this meeting anyway, Jack?” Kevin asked, his eyes boring into the other man. I had a feeling Kevin was the leader of the group, but Jack was definitely second-in-command.

“We need to figure this out. I know things went sideways with the group as soon as Jeremy took off with the diamond.”

“Gee, you think?” Claire mumbled under her breath, earning a glare from Jack.

“I know one of us is a murderer,” Jack said. “I don’t know who among us it is. But I also suspect that whoever it is didn’t get the secret of where the diamond was hidden from Jeremy before they killed him, which was just monumentally stupid.”

The air in the room was so thick as Jack looked around, you could cut it with a knife.

“I also know that whoever finds it now is almost certainly going to take off with it.”

“I wasn’t going to do that,” Claire argued. “You might be thinking of it, but if I find the diamond, I still say we split it four ways. It’s not like any of us are going to be in the poor house after my man in New York cuts it up for us.”

“Screw the rest of you,” Kevin growled. “It’s time to lay low. This is too risky. The job was risky to begin with, and it paid off, and then we got screwed by one of our own. I’m not going to sit around this dumb town and wait for the cops to find out about us. I’ve got about another week in me, and then I’m laying low for a while. Twelve million might be nice, but not being in jail is even nicer.”

“Enough,” Jack barked, making me jump. “The only way we’re going to find this diamond again is by working together. This is a whole new job. If you want out, go now. I’m looking at you, Kevin. But if you want to band together again, and work together to try and find the score that’s legitimately ours, well, stay here.”

There was complete and total silence for around thirty seconds while all four thieves looked at each other. Everyone seemed to look extra hard at Kevin. Finally, the man sighed.

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll stay. You’re right. Four heads are better than one. I’d rather have a quarter of something than all of nothing.”

“Good,” Jack said. “And this time around, I’m the boss.”

Kevin paused for a minute, then nodded his head once. “You got it. I should have never let Jeremy hold on to the diamond in the first place. I brought him into this job. I knew he was arrogant, but I didn’t think he’d steal from his crew. The man knew the code.”

“I thought you’d worked with him before,” Andrew said, and Kevin nodded.

“Yeah. I did. We worked together in London a few years back. Some high profile hits, we managed to take a couple major jewellery stores over three days for hundreds of millions worth of diamonds. The man was a genius at prosthetics and makeup. He’d held the bag then, and never ran off with it. That was why I trusted him now. But I guess the allure was too strong.”

“Well, the traitor paid for it in the end,” Claire muttered. “Although I’m not sure I like the idea of being in the room with a murderer.”

“We don’t have any other choice,” Kevin said. “Whoever killed Jeremy isn’t going to own up to it. Besides, it’s not like any of us disagree that he didn’t have it coming.”

“Exactly. Now, we move on. We have to find that diamond.”

“It’s one thing to keep saying it, how do we figure it out?” Andrew asked.

“Well I’ve been subtly asking around,” Claire offered. “Haven’t really gotten any good information from anyone here. Nothing that would help us. And it’s not exactly like I can go around asking anyone if they know a good spot to hide a giant diamond.”

“Look on the bright side; he could have decided to hide it in Seattle. Then we’d be completely out of luck,” Andrew said with a wry smile.

“That was probably where he was headed; it was a good thing Jack managed to follow him here and mess with his rental car at the gas station,” Jack said.

“Still, none of this gets us any closer to the diamond.”

“I might have an idea,” Jack said slowly, “but it will take a few days to sort out for sure. I vote we reconvene here on Wednesday, same time. I’ll know by then if my plan to find the diamond will work or not. In the meantime, in case it doesn’t, I want everyone to come up with a plan themselves. We discuss on Wednesday. By this time next week, we will have our diamond back. We’re not going to leave it in this random hick town for someone who thinks California is exotic to find.”

I was more than just a little bit insulted at the insult toward Willow Bay and its residents, but obviously didn’t say anything. I briefly considered “haunting” Jack for the comment, but since I’d get in major trouble for doing it, I decided it wasn’t worth the effort.

“Are you sure you’re up for this, Jack?” Claire asked. “I mean, we’re already on tenterhooks around each other. I don’t think anyone in this room trusts anyone else anymore. Should we really be getting together again to do this?”

“If you want out, say it now.”

“I’m not saying I want out. I’m saying maybe this is a bad idea to begin with.”

“If you think it’s a bad idea, leave.”

“If I had any idea where that diamond was, I would.”

Jack glared at Claire. “I could kick you out of the group just for those comments. After all, you’re the one with the diamond connection. You could run off with it and have the diamond be in 50 different pieces for resale in less than a day.”

“Yeah, I could. So doesn’t it say something that I’m actually here?” she replied, folding her arms.

“Just that you can’t figure out where the diamond is on your own and you need our help,” Jack replied. Suddenly, Kevin broke in.

“Stop it. Both of you. Claire’s right, there’s not a lot of trust in this room right now. It’s not going to get helped with arguments like this. Claire, are you in?”

Claire nodded. “Fine. Then act like it.” She scowled, but stayed silent, shooting daggers at Jack. As the meeting broke up, I could tell this was definitely not a group of people who were comfortable with one another.

I slipped out of the library behind the others and thought about what I’d learned. It seemed that none of them actually had any idea where the diamond was. If they did, they would have left and gone off with it, or shared the information with the others. I was certain now: Jeremy Wallace had died with his secret.

It was obvious from the infighting within the group that there wasn’t very much trust there, and that they were getting pretty frustrated with not having the diamond. I wondered what Jack’s plan was to find it. I supposed on Wednesday I would know. I wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of me being at that meeting again.

12

As I continued to walk through the main part of town, thinking about everything I’d learned, I realized that by leaving my invisibility spell on I didn’t have to stop and talk to anyone about what had happened at my vet clinic earlier that day. I made my way toward the building, which was still cordoned off with yellow police tape. Someone had put a large piece of plywood up to cover the hole in the front window, and with a bit of debris still lying on the sidewalk around it, the whole place looked, frankly, pretty depressing.

I sighed to myself as I made my way toward the police station; I was going to have to ask Chief Gary about when I could re-open the clinic—hopefully tomorrow!—and that sort of thing.

But before that, I sat down on one of the benches lining Main Street, and looked around. If I was a jewel thief, someone who was new to the town, and I had to find somewhere to hide a diamond at three in the morning, where would I do it?

I started thinking about the skills of everyone involved. Andrew was the tech guy, by the sounds of things. Jack was good with cars, probably the getaway driver. Jeremy was the makeup and prosthetics guy. That fact didn’t really help me very much. What was he going to do, make the diamond look like some random rock and hide it in the forest? And even if he did do that, which I highly doubted, that just meant that the diamond could be literally anywhere on the ground within probably a five mile or so radius from the hotel.

I looked around. There was one thing I could rule out: businesses. Everywhere in Willow Bay was closed by three in the morning. Last call was at two thirty. So that left the outdoors.

I sighed. Suddenly, I thought of something: what if he had decided to hide the diamond indoors? He would have had to break into somewhere, though. I got up from my spot on the bench, then hid in the corner of a doorway and reversed my spell, making myself visible again. I now had two things to ask Chief Gary.

Ten minutes later I was sitting in his office, in one of the chairs across from the man himself. He was on the phone, and motioned for me to sit down while he finished up his call.

“Hi, Angela,” he told me when he finally hung up. “Sorry, I was just about to call you.”

“No problem, I was just in the area and I saw the front of the clinic and thought I’d come in and ask you when I can re-open again.”

“Of course. Tomorrow is fine, if you don’t want to miss a day. I’ll have an officer come by and take the yellow tape off early in the morning. You’ll have to organize the glass repair, of course. There’s no one here in Willow Bay who does glass, but I can recommend someone in Portland if you’d like.”

“Thanks, that would be great,” I replied. Chief Gary rustled through his desk drawer and finally pulled out a business card for a glassworks shop on the outskirts of Portland. It was a miracle he could find anything inside his desk if the top was any indication of his organizational skills. I tucked it away in my pocket for safekeeping.

“Did you manage to get any information out of Matt Smith?” I asked, and Chief Gary shook his head.

“No confession, no. Honestly though, I am quite certain he did it. He almost seemed like he wanted to flaunt it to me, and he obviously hates you. I want you to be careful around him, ok?”

“Yeah, I will. I promise,” I said.

“Unfortunately I had no choice but to let him go, this time.”

I nodded. “I get that. Listen, if you’ve got a minute, I also had another question I wanted to ask.”

“Sure, shoot.”

“A few nights ago, the night before Jeremy Wallace was killed, were there any break-ins reported anywhere in Willow Bay?”

Chief Gary raised his eyebrows, but then leaned back in his chair. “No, I can’t say there were.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ll remind you this is Willow Bay. I can count on one hand the number of break-ins that have happened here in the last three months.”

I smiled ruefully. Of course he would know off the top of his head. “Sorry,” I said sheepishly. “I just wanted to be sure.”

“Why did you want to know?” Chief Gary asked me.

“Just a hunch, about the diamond theft.”

“If it even is in Willow Bay. Which it might be. I have people working on it. But so far we’ve found nothing to corroborate the information your boyfriend got; I’m starting to wonder if perhaps his source wasn’t playing a joke on him or something.”

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s legitimate,” I replied.

“Well, I’m not dismissing it out of hand, of course. I do have people on that case. I’m just not sure it’s ever going to pan out to anything.”

“Yeah, I know that feeling,” I replied almost absent-mindedly. “Thanks, Chief,” I told him, standing up. I’d gotten all the information I came for.

“No problem, Angela. Anytime. And remember, stay safe out there. I’d like to think I scared some sense into Matthew Smith, but there are no guarantees.”

“Thanks Chief, I will,” I said, flashing Chief Gary a smile to assuage the concerned expression on his face. I was going to be careful. I knew Matt Smith was out to get me. I would be on the lookout, but I also wasn’t going to live life as a hermit because some spoiled rich kid was mad at me.

As I left the police station, though, I was more agitated than ever. I was hoping that there was a break-in reported the night before the murder; that would have indicated that perhaps Jeremy Wallace had hidden the diamond there. As it stood, I had zero leads. I had no idea who killed him. I had no idea where the diamond was. And worse than all of that, I had no idea what to do next. I was completely and totally stuck.

The next morning, I was still feeling depressed about everything: the vet clinic being broken into, the lack of any sort of leads when it came to the Jeremy Wallace murder, and to top everything off I’d heard there was a petition going around asking the government to allow the hunting of bears in the National Park that surrounded Willow Bay. All in all, right from the word go, I knew it wasn’t going to be a good morning. I left early to clean up, Sophie promising to be ten minutes behind me.

When I arrived at the vet clinic, however, my mouth dropped open.

Not only was the yellow police tape gone, but so was the plywood covering the broken glass. All of that was gone as well. In its place was a brand new shiny glass window. A man was adding stencil lettering reading Healthy Paws Vet Clinic. My mouth dropped open. I hadn’t had a chance to call Chief Gary’s glass guy yet.

Outside was a group of people huddled around the man, watching. Bee darted off at the sight, but I wasn’t too worried; I knew she’d come back.

“What’s going on?” I asked as I reached the group. Betty was at the front of it, and I wondered what brought her over here; normally she would be in her café by now. Jason stepped out from behind her.

“We wanted to make sure your clinic wasn’t out of commission for even one day,” Betty said, motioning to the people around her. “So we all pitched in and called the repairman yesterday. He came in early this morning to fix your window. We also got a crew to clean up the inside of the shop.”

“You work so hard for the animals in town, we thought it was so unfair this happened to you,” said Patricia Wilson from her spot in the crowd.

“This is Willow Bay, we locals have to stick together,” said Antonia deLucca, who was normally the town’s gossip, and rarely said anything nice about anyone since that didn’t create as much drama. The crowd around her murmured their agreement.

I suddenly felt tears welling up in my eyes, and I wasn’t the type to cry very often.

“You guys,” I suddenly said, my voice cracking. Jason came over and wrapped an arm around me. I swallowed hard and started again.

“You guys, all of you, everyone who did this. I want to thank you. The last twenty-four hours have been some of the most difficult of my life, and that I could come here this morning and see that everyone has done this for me…” My voice trailed off as the tears threatened to flow once more. I’d never been so touched by a gesture in my life.

“You’re very welcome,” Betty told me, coming over with her arms open. I let myself be taken into the hug, holding Betty close. “Now, everyone,” she announced. “We’re going to have to let Angela go. After all, she has a vet clinic to open today,” she said, to the sound of cheers.

I thanked the dispersing crowd once more and made my way into the shop, my cheeks flushed with pride and happiness, Jason following after me. The smile on my face was permanent; even if I tried I knew I couldn’t get rid of it. And I didn’t want to. My whole community had just shown me an act of love that meant more to me than words could explain.

“You look like a kid on Christmas,” Jason told me, taking a seat in one of the chairs, as I looked around at the spotless floor. All the shards of glass were gone. All the files had been picked up and put carefully on the reception desk. There was even a brand new computer and monitor sitting in a box on the desk as well. I made my way toward it and stroked the cardboard box.

“This is amazing,” I told Jason. “How did this happen?”

He grinned. “I was interviewing a few people outside the shop for a story on the vandalism. Everyone was so upset about what had happened to you. One person said they wished there was something they could do, someone else mentioned that she had a friend who knew someone who worked with glass, and the next thing I knew my interview was over and there was a whole group of people banding together to make sure you would come to work today and find everything fixed. Some of the older ladies asked me to look over the specs of the computer and make sure it was good enough.”

“It’s amazing. Absolutely amazing.”

“Yeah, it’s great to see what everyone can do when they put their minds to things. I guess this is that small town loyalty everyone always talks about.”

“For sure. Willow Bay is amazing.”

“I don’t disagree,” Jason told me with a smile. “I’ll let you get started here. I’m sure you’ve got a ton of stuff to do.”

“Yeah. Thankfully we kept everything important on Dropbox, I didn’t like the idea of having only one copy of everyone’s information. So after I get the computer set up I’ll have to get Karen to log in and re-download all the information, but at least it’s not lost forever.”

“That’s my girl, I didn’t think you would be the type not to have any backups.”

“What are your plans for the day?” I asked, and Jason shrugged.

“Honestly, I don’t really have that much to do. I was mostly going to hang around Betty’s and see if I could find anything remotely interesting happening around town. I have about three articles to fill for the rest of the next issue. Then I figured when I was done that I might try and get some more information from the people running that petition to get the bear hunt going in the national park.”

My face darkened into a scowl. “I hope you tell them how bad an idea it is,” I replied.

“Well, seeing as my job is to report the news, and not to try and influence it, I won’t be doing that. But I can put two differing viewpoints into my article. But honestly, I wouldn’t worry too much about it. Online petitions rarely develop into anything.”

“I know, but the fact that it’s there at all makes people think it’s acceptable to hate on bears,” I muttered. “I don’t like it.”

“Well, as soon as you figure out who killed Jeremy Wallace and hand them to Chief Gary on a silver platter, it will all be settled; the bears will be cleared and there won’t be any threat to them in Willow Bay anymore.”

“Yeah,” I replied, my heart sinking slightly. I didn’t want to admit to Jason that I had absolutely no idea which of the four other robbers had killed Jeremy Wallace, and even less of a clue as to how to figure it out.

“I’ll call you this afternoon, maybe we can do something after you’re done for the day?” Jason asked.

“That sounds great,” I replied with a smile. Jason came over and gave me a quick kiss, then headed out the door and down toward Betty’s Café.

As I got started on unpacking the brand new computer that this community had come together to get me, I smiled to myself. This day was definitely starting to look up.

13

Six hours later my work day was over. There weren’t any real dramas. Bee had appeared, meowing loudly at the front door, about two hours earlier, then pranced inside and went to sleep on her bed as if she hadn’t been out for four hours. I mentally reminded myself to ask her—again—what it was she was doing. My cat was up to something; I just knew it.

I sent Jason a text, and he came by the clinic. After asking Sophie to take Bee home with her—“I don’t want to, people will think I’m friends with her dog,” came Bee’s protest—I texted Jason and he said he’d be there ten minutes later.

“How was your day?” he asked when he arrived, carrying a vanilla latte for me that I eagerly took from his hands.

“Not nearly as bad I was expecting, thanks to you and everyone else in town,” I said with a smile, taking a sip of the warm, soothing beverage. Jason grinned.

“Good. What do you say we walk down to the beach and hang out there for a while?”

“That sounds great,” I replied. Jason held out his hand and I took it, saying a quick goodbye to Karen and heading out into the afternoon. The sun was poking out of the clouds today for the first time in a week, and I basked in its glow as we walked slowly down Main Street. The leaves on the trees were just starting to turn a gorgeous shade of yellow; fall was well and truly on its way.

As we casually strolled along, I couldn’t help but notice a larger-than-normal number of people hanging out in front of the Willow Bay Inn.

“What’s going on there?” I asked Jason, pointing toward the Inn. He frowned.

“I don’t know. Let’s go check it out.”

We joined the small clumps of people that made their way toward the front of the inn, but when we arrived at the front door, Taylor, Sophie’s boyfriend, was standing in front of the door and refusing access to anyone.

“I’m sorry. This is an active crime scene. Only current guests are being allowed inside, and they’re having to be escorted to their rooms.”

“I’m a guest at the hotel!” I heard someone cry out.

“You live three blocks from here, Jonathan,” Taylor replied, rolling his eyes, and I worked to hide a smile.

“What’s going on?” Jason asked someone else nearby.

“Apparently they found a body in the Inn.”

“Seriously?” I replied, and the man nodded.

“Yes. Though as far as I’m concerned it may well have been natural causes. God knows Elizabeth Armstrong has to be on borrowed time by now.”

Elizabeth Armstrong was technically one of the owners of the Willow Bay Inn, and although her son ran the day-to-day operations these days, Elizabeth still lived there. She had to be pushing ninety-five, by now. I’d heard a rumor that her son was going to be retiring soon as well.

I pulled Jason away from the crowd and we made our way further away from the Inn.

“I don’t like this,” I said.

“Yeah, me neither. I mean, it might be as that man said, that someone died of natural causes, but do you really believe that?”

I shook my head. “Not for an instant. Not when the other four thieves are all staying at the Willow Bay Inn, not days after one of them was just murdered.”

“Agreed,” Jason replied, nodding. “We have to confirm it though. I assume you’re not going to want to wait for the official announcement?”

“Not a chance!” I replied. “Especially since, Willow Bay being a tourist town, they’re going to wait as long as possible before releasing the information about the victim. One tourist being mauled by a bear is one thing. A second tourist being brutally murdered in a local hotel just days later? That’s the sort of thing people have nightmares about here.”

Jason grinned. “I thought you’d say that. So how are we going to get in to see the body?”

I frowned for a minute while I thought about things. Not for the first time this week I felt a pang of guilt that I couldn’t tell Jason about my magical abilities, but this time there was also annoyance. It would be so easy to simply cast an invisibility spell and make our way inside the hotel. And yet, I knew I couldn’t do that. We were going to have to find a way in that didn’t involve magic.

“Let’s go check and see if the back door is covered,” I suggested, and Jason nodded and followed me as we subtly made our way to the back of the building. Sure enough, there was a police officer there. However, I also noticed that in the loading dock, on the other side of the back of the building, was a large truck with “Cascadia Linens” written on the side. A couple of workers were taking large tubs of towels and sheets out of the truck; the hotel must have just received a large order of new linens.

I pointed to it, and Jason nodded. We went back around to the front of the hotel, then around the other side of it, so we were hidden from the police officer guarding the back door by the truck. I peered around the edge of the truck and saw that there was a police officer inside the building; I could just see the edge of his jacket.

“Shoot,” I whispered to Jason. “There’s another cop in there.”

“Can he see the truck?”

I shook my head no. “Not unless he turns the corner.”

“Good,” Jason replied. “Follow me.”

With a nimbleness that I absolutely could not match, Jason jumped up onto the truck’s ramp, then gave me a hand to help me up. He grabbed a handful of sheets from one of the tubs and moved them into another tub, then jumped into it. I looked at him, surprised.

“Come on,” he said. “We have to be hidden in here before the workers come back.”

I nodded quickly and followed him into the tub. I crouched down, and Jason did the same, covering us up with some of the sheets just seconds before I heard voices coming from inside the building.

“How many more trips to do guys have to do?”

“Oh, probably two more, then we’ll be out of your hair.”

“Thanks.”

My heart practically stopped beating as I heard footsteps coming toward us. What if they could tell something was wrong? What if we were caught? There was literally no way we could explain why we were in here. I didn’t even dare to breathe. Jason squeezed my hand in reassurance, and I squeezed back so hard I wouldn’t have been surprised to see a bruise there the next day.

Suddenly, the cart we were in began to move.

“Geez, this one weighs a ton. What are these sheets made of, bricks?” the man pushing it complained. I tried to make myself feel as light as possible.

“Stop complaining, Tom,” the other guy replied. “Let’s just get this stuff to the laundry room and get out of here.”

Tom grunted his disapproval, but the cart continued to roll. We made it around a few corners—Tom wasn’t a very good cart driver and we hit the wall a couple of times—but eventually the cart stopped, and I made sure to listen for the footsteps indicating that Tom and the other man had left. As soon as I was sure they were gone, Jason and I jumped out of the cart. We were now in the hotel’s laundry room; there were another six carts identical to ours nearby. Jason smoothed the top over so no one would notice anything was wrong while I looked out the door to make sure we could get out of the room without being seen.

When Jason joined me, a minute later, we slipped out of the room and went down a hallway.

“Where do you think the body is?” I asked.

“My guess, if it’s one of the robbers, is somewhere on the ground floor. If they were killed in their rooms, the cops would only block off the floor they were on, not the whole hotel.”

“Ok,” I replied. “Well, we’re on the ground floor now.”

“Let’s try and make our way to the lobby,” Jason suggested, and I nodded. I had no idea where in the hotel we really were, but I figured it was safe to assume we were near the back. We walked down the hallway, trying to look as casual as possible, as if we were totally supposed to be there. I knew it wouldn’t pass muster with anyone official, but maybe Tom and the other worker wouldn’t bat an eyelid if they saw us.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming from another direction. I glanced at Jason, my eyes widening. I didn’t know who it was, but I also didn’t want to find out. I saw a door a few feet further down the hall and rushed toward it, opening it and rushing inside, Jason following behind me. He closed the door carefully, making sure not to make a sound, and a couple of seconds later we heard the voices of Chief Gary and another man I didn’t recognize but must have also been a cop, going by the conversation.

“The victim is one of the people you suspect of being behind the diamond heist, right Gary?”

“Yes,” came Chief Gary’s reply. “At least, as far as we can gather, this is likely one of the suspects.”

“You realize that if things get leaked to the media things are going to get out of hand very quickly in this town, don’t you?”

“Of course. That’s why the only two people in this building, in the whole state even, who know about my suspicions are the two of us.”

“Make sure it stays that way. I don’t want to see this state overrun by gold diggers hoping to find the diamond. Mind you, we don’t even know it’s here at all.”

“I know. My gut tells me it is, though.”

“How come you think this victim is one of the robbers?”

Unfortunately, at that point, the voices faded away as the two of them continued down the hall, and I looked at Jason. It seemed as though we were right: one of the robbers was dead.

14

Jason and I gave Chief Gary and the other man a minute or two to continue moving past us, then we left the room we were hiding in—it turned out to be an extra pantry filled with huge containers of flour, sugar and other baking staples—and slipped back out.

“Do we actually have a plan here?” I asked Jason. “We know it was one of the robbers, and I want to know which one it was, but are we just going to walk in there, look at the body and leave without anyone batting an eyelid?”

“You think too much,” Jason teased. “Let’s just figure it out as we go.”

“You sound like Sophie.”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.”

Before I had a chance to reply, however, we reached the end of the hallway and a door with an eyehole. I looked through and found myself looking into the inn’s lobby. Everything was slightly distorted, as it always is when looking through a door’s eyehole.

“What do you see?” Jason asked. I immediately knew this was the scene of the crime.

“The body’s in there.”

“Wow! In the lobby itself? That’s brazen.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “I can see it there, but I can’t quite make out who it is. It’s definitely male, though. So that means it’s either Jack, Andrew or Kevin. There’s a handful of cops, and some other people. I guess the crime scene investigators, a medical examiner, that sort of thing.

“Ok, here, move over, let me look,” Jason asked. He peered into the eyehole then shook his head.

“Yeah, we’re not going to be able to tell who it is from here. Hold on,” he continued, pulling out his phone. I watched in a combination of awe and horror as he pressed his phone against the edge of the door and slowly opened it about an inch. Sliding his phone outside of the door, Jason took a few quick photos, then slipped his phone back inside and closed the door quietly.

“Come with me,” he said, motioning back toward where we’d come from. I dutifully followed him back into the pantry closet, where Jason handed me his phone and I looked at the photos he’d taken. They were much clearer; there was absolutely no doubt as to whose body was lying there now.

“It’s Jack,” I said. I couldn’t help but remember how he and Claire had argued just a few hours earlier. She had threatened him. Had she really made good on her threats?

“Jack… he was one of the ones in the hotel room when you and Sophie were in there, right?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “He also named himself the leader of their new attempt to find the diamond.”

“Really?” Jason asked.

“Yeah,” I replied, giving him the Cliff notes version of the conversation I’d overheard the day before. I had to pretend I was already in the library, sitting behind one of the large drawers of old maps when the group came in, and the lie made my heart ping with guilt.

“Wow,” Jason breathed when I was finally finished. “You certainly have a ton of luck when it comes to being in the right place at the right time.”

“I don’t know, right now I’m stuck in a hotel pantry with cops surrounding the building and no idea how we’re going to get out of here. This doesn’t feel like the right place.”

“True, but at least we came in here on purpose.”

“So you admit we have no idea how to get out of here.”

Jason shrugged. “I figured getting in was enough of a challenge without also having to figure out how to get out.”

I groaned. “We’re going to have to stay in this cupboard for like, a full day.”

“That’s not too bad,” Jason grinned. “I can definitely think of one way to pass the time.”

I laughed. “I think getting caught doing that in here might be the only way we could possibly get into even more trouble than we would just getting caught normally.”

“Fine,” Jason replied. “But it would be fun, I promise you that!”

I rolled my eyes. Men. “How about we find a way out of here so you can actually get into my pants somewhere where there’s no risk of anyone walking in on us.”

“Now that’s what I call motivation,” Jason said, wrapping his arms around my waist. I couldn’t help but giggle with pleasure as he kissed my neck. “Ok. What parts of the hotel are free from cops?”

“The sides,” I replied immediately. “Front and back are being guarded, and the front is especially bad since half of Willow Bay is probably out there by now trying to get as much gossip as possible.”

“Ok. What kind of exits are out the sides?”

“I guess windows?”

“There we go. Problem solved.”

“Yeah. Now we just have to find them.”

Luckily for both of us, Jason and I managed to find one of the windows in a nearby room and sneak back out into the street without being seen. Our exit was a lot less dramatic than our entrance. We mingled with the crowd for a few minutes to listen to the idle gossip; it seemed most of the town had settled on the rumor that Elizabeth Armstrong died of a heart attack as being the correct one, and they were all now eulogizing the poor woman who I was sure was still inside the hotel, probably having an afternoon nap or something.

We made our way to the Thai food place and ordered some take-out, then sat at one of the empty tables while it was being made and began to discuss the new case.

“So I guess you’re thinking that whoever killed Jeremy Wallace also killed Jack?” Jason asked, and I nodded.

“Yeah. I mean, it’s a pretty safe assumption, I think. Jack was the leader of the new group that was going to try and find the diamonds together, and it seemed pretty obvious to me when I was listening in to their conversation that if it wasn’t for him, they were all going to go about it alone.”

“So Jack was the glue holding them together?”

“Exactly. I think whoever killed Jeremy Wallace was a lone wolf to begin with. Otherwise, why not tell the rest of the group what they’d done? Just the fact that they went out and killed him to begin with shows that they weren’t exactly a team player.”

“Yeah, something about that doesn’t make sense. After all, Jeremy was literally the only person on the planet who knew where that diamond was, if everyone else is to be believed. And seeing as all the thieves are still here, I think it’s safe to assume that the secret did die with him. Why kill him? Now they have to find the diamond on their own.”

“That bothers me,” I admitted. “I honestly don’t have an explanation for that. Maybe killing Jeremy Wallace was an accident, and then they made it look like a bear attack to draw suspicion away from themselves. That’s the best I can come up with.”

Jason nodded. “It’s not a bad theory. It’s certainly plausible. So which of the remaining robbers do you think did it? You’ve seen them interact with each other more than anyone else.”

I rested my hand on my palm and thought about it for a while.

“I think,” I started slowly, “Claire would be the most likely suspect. Yes, if I had to put money on it, I would bet you that she was the one who would be most likely.”

“And why do you think that?” Jason prodded, interested.

“Well, it’s just kind of, her general attitude. A feeling I have. Maybe not an instinct, but just kind of… the way she acts, it’s different to the others. For one thing, Claire was the first of the robbers that I’d met. She was out in town, she even managed to get me to show her on a map where Jeremy Wallace was killed and how to get there. She was asking questions. She had a cover story. She was open in making herself a part of the community, whereas all the others seemed pretty content to more or less hide away in the inn and be more subtle about things. And when they had that meeting, she seemed to be the least enthusiastic about joining forces. She also had an argument with Jack about it.”

Jason raised an eyebrow. “I can see why you suspect her.”

I shrugged. “But at the same time, I’m not sure.”

I hated to admit it, but Jack being killed was actually going to help my case. Before he’d been killed, I was out of leads and out of ideas when it came to Jeremy Wallace’s killer. But now, I was going to have to find out when Jack died, and then I could possibly find out if any of the robbers had alibis. That way, I could narrow down the list of suspects, and if I found out who killed Jack, I might be able to find out who killed Jeremy Wallace as well.

I felt a bit bad knowing that someone’s death was going to benefit me, but there was nothing I could do about it. I just hoped I was going to be able to find out who killed both men for sure.

15

I ended up spending the night at Jason’s place; I woke up the next day and texted Sophie that I’d meet her at the vet clinic.

I’ll make sure to make fun of you for still wearing the same clothes as yesterday Sophie texted back, and I made a mental note to ask Jason if I could keep a change of clothes at his place in the future just in case.

Oh yeah, like you can talk, I texted back, mentally shaking my head at my own weak retort. In my defense, it was pretty early in the morning.

Getting out of bed, I made my way to the kitchen, where Jason was making coffee and toast.

“Mmmmm, don’t tell Betty, but that coffee smells amazing,” I said, closing my eyes.

“I definitely won’t tell Betty, that lady scares me.”

I laughed. “She’s like, sixty-something years old and weighs half what you do.”

“And she’s the center of this town. Seriously, I think Betty MacMahon has more power in Willow Bay than even the mayor or Chief Gary.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I said, nabbing a piece of toast from the plate and spreading butter on it. “Thanks for breakfast.”

“Hey, it’s the least I could do for you after last night,” Jason said with a grin, and I felt a blush crawling up my face. “Want some eggs?”

I shook my head. “No. I have to get going; I know Karen got everything set up yesterday but I still want to get in a bit early to make sure everything is fine with the new setup. I have a dog coming in for his yearly checkup first thing.”

“Cool,” Jason said, grabbing a piece of toast for himself. “Text me later?”

“Yeah,” I said, giving him a quick kiss, then grabbing my purse and heading for the door. Jason lived a little ways out from downtown, but this being Willow Bay, that meant it was still only a fifteen-minute walk from the vet clinic. I figured the fresh air would do me good; if I’d asked for a ride I knew Jason would have given me one.

I was walking along the edge of Main Street when suddenly I saw a familiar black cat darting away behind one of the buildings. I shook my head. This time, I was sure of things. It was Bee. I was going to find out once and for all what on earth my cat was up to. How had she gotten out of the house? Had she been out all night? And what was she doing?

I knew calling out to her would only scare her away more, so instead I simply tried to be as quiet as possible as I made my way behind the Japanese restaurant I’d been standing in front of. If it turned out Bee was stealing sushi from one of the Willow Bay businesses, she was in so much trouble.

As I got to the back of the building, I peeked carefully around the corner. I couldn’t see anything. No Bee, nothing. I frowned, then slowly walked along the back of the building. Still nothing.

Suddenly, I heard a cry. It was absolutely tiny, and very high pitched, but I knew that cry.

“Traitor,” I suddenly heard Bee’s voice say. I moved back about three feet and suddenly noticed a small hole in the ground, just below where the HVAC system from the restaurant blasted out warm air. Peering into it, my mouth dropped open.

Bee was lying in the hole, with three—no, four—kittens nestled against her, nursing.

“Bee! Oh my God!” I exclaimed.

“Well, fancy seeing you here,” Bee said nonchalantly.

“Why do you have kittens? Where did they come from?”

“I’m training them in the war against the dogs,” Bee replied. “I’ve decided to get started on them young.”

Immediately my vet instincts took over. I bent down and picked up one of the kittens, who started squirming. At a guess, I’d say he had to be a week old, at the most. There was no umbilical cord, but the kitten’s eyes hadn’t begun to open and her ears hadn’t begun to unfold yet.

“Bee, we need to get these kittens to the vet clinic.”

Bee scowled at me. “Fine. But I get all the credit for keeping them alive.”

“Fine,” I said, rolling my eyes scooping up the kittens into my hands. They were so small, I could carry them all easily. “But we’re going to talk about this later.”

“Talk about what?”

“Seriously?”

“I haven’t done anything wrong!” Bee protested.

“You’ve escaped the house and the vet clinic multiple times, you’re taking care of strange kittens that come from goodness knows where, and most importantly, you didn’t tell me, a veterinarian, that you had some high risk kittens to take care of.”

“Unlike you, I’ve had kittens before,” Bee told me.

“Unlike you, I’ve got years of animal medical training to help keep kittens alive.”

“Oh, well, since you’ve read about it in a book, that must make you an expert,” Bee replied as we made our way back onto Main Street. I glared at her.

“We’re getting these kittens to the vet clinic, and you’re going to tell me everything you know about them,” I said in my best no-nonsense voice.

“Fine, but I want to continue feeding them.”

“How are you even feeding them at all?” I asked Bee as I fumbled to grab my keys out of my purse and hold onto the kittens at the same time. Eventually I gave up, made sure no one on the street was watching, and used a quick spell to open the door instead.

“Remember that time a couple of years ago when you had an orphaned squirrel, and you completely humiliated me by making me feed it?”

“Oh yeah!” I said. “I had to cast a special spell on you so you’d produce milk, since you’d already been spayed for a while by then.”

Bee had been a street cat early in her life before being taken in by a shelter where I volunteered when I was a vet student. She had been so difficult that they were going to transfer her to a high-kill shelter, but I took pity on Bee and adopted her myself.

“Well you never turned off the spell,” Bee said. “When the squirrel went back into the woods so it could live a life of taunting me in front of the window my milk dried up, but I never lost the ability to produce it.”

I immediately took the kittens into the exam room and grabbed four blank patient vital information sheets, Bee following close behind me like a protective mother. I quickly grabbed a handful of towels and an old cardboard box, along with a heat lamp, and placed the kittens inside the box, with the lamp.

“It was good that you found the heat source behind the restaurant,” I told Bee.

“I told you, I knew what I was doing,” Bee replied, pacing around the box and looking inside.

“I still don’t know why you didn’t tell me what you were doing,” I told her. “I could have helped right away. It must have been a big effort for you to keep those kittens alive.”

“I wasn’t alone,” Bee said. “Buster helped, and there was another cat as well. She would help feed the little ones when I couldn’t get away.”

“I never took you as the mothering type,” I smiled as I picked up a second kitten and lifted her tail, sexing her as female, then gently placing her on the scale and marking down her weight on the form.

Bee sniffed at me, raising her nose. “I most certainly do not care for these kittens. It is simply that in the war against the dogs, we must have as many soldiers as possible. Therefore, I ensure their survival for the army.”

Suddenly, I realized what all this was about and grinned.

“I know why you didn’t tell me! You didn’t want me to think you have emotions, that you can care for other cats.”

“Of course I don’t care for other cats!” Bee argued vehemently, but I could see straight through her. I grinned.

“You care for Buster.” Bee began to nonchalantly lick a paw.

“Buster is ok, for a cat. I don’t care about him though. He’s just another cat, like all the others.”

“All right, sure, Bee,” I told her. “Whatever you say.” I picked up the little female kitten and looked at my form. “I have to give her a name. How about ‘Sparkles’?”

Bee hissed at me. “No. Absolutely not. That’s too close a name to the dog that lives in my house, you’re not calling my daughter that.”

“I thought you didn’t care about the cats. Wouldn’t that extend to their names as well?”

Bee hissed at me in reply. “You think you’re so clever. I don’t care about the cats. But I don’t want them humiliated. Call her something else. Like Butters.”

“Butters it is, then,” I said, writing the name down on the form. Butters was a good name for the little girl; her fur wasn’t exactly yellow, but it was a nice cream color, and the name suited her well.

Fifteen minutes later, the kittens had all been looked over, and I determined that as far as one week old orphaned kittens went, things weren’t that bad. There were two boys and two girls, now named Boo, Bilbo, Butters and Boop. For kittens that Bee “didn’t care about” she sure had already given them matching names.

A minute later, Sophie came into the room. “Ooooh, kittens!” she exclaimed, when suddenly Bee hissed at her threateningly.

“Go away, dog-lover,” Bee said, standing in front of the box of kittens.

“Bee!” I scolded. “It’s Sophie. She can look at the kittens. Sorry,” I said to Sophie apologetically. “Bee’s been taking care of them, but she doesn’t care about them at all, she swears.”

“I can see that,” Sophie laughed. “It’s ok, Bee. I just want to have a look. I won’t touch them,” she promised, and Bee tentatively moved aside to let Sophie have a look. After a couple minutes of aww-ing over how cute the kittens were—Bee standing over to the side preening like a proud mother was not lost on me—we decided to bring the kittens and the heat lamp into the back room of the vet clinic, where Bee could nurse them all day without any other animal interruptions, before taking them back home that night.

“So that explains where Bee’s been sneaking off to,” Sophie said to me when we were in the reception area a few minutes later. I nodded.

“Yeah. She didn’t tell me about them because she didn’t want me to realize that she actually cared about anything other than herself.” Sophie barked out a laugh.

“That does sound like Bee.”

“I have to admit; she did take good care of them though. She found a heated vent to keep them under which was not only warm, but pretty protected from any predators out there. And apparently there was another cat or two involved in the care of the kittens.”

“Where did they come from, anyway?”

“Bee won’t tell me who the mother is, but according to the cat grapevine, which I’ve only just learned is a thing, a local cat got pregnant, but she overheard her owner saying he didn’t want kittens and was going to drown them all when they were born. So she snuck out and gave birth on Main Street, so he’d never find them, and went back home like nothing had happened, leaving the kittens. Buster went out for a while the morning he came to the clinic and found them, so when he got here he told Bee and they made up a reason to get out of the clinic and started taking care of them.”

Sophie shook her head. “That’s insane. I’m so glad they managed to keep all four kittens alive.”

“Me too.” I had to admit, I was actually pretty proud of my little cat. The kittens were in great shape considering what their lives had been like for their short time on this earth so far; Bee had taken really good care of them.

“Did you hear that another tourist was killed?” Sophie asked me, and I forgot that I hadn’t seen her since Jason and I had left the clinic the day before.

“Yeah,” I said. “Actually, I have a whole bunch of stuff to tell you about that.”

16

I caught Sophie up on the events of the day and dealt with my three appointments for the morning. It turned out afterwards I had a four-hour break—a local schoolteacher was coming in with her new puppy at four that afternoon for spaying, and because of the school day she couldn’t make it in earlier.

“I’m going to go see if I can find Claire and get an alibi out of her,” I told Sophie, who nodded. “Good plan. I’ll see if I can do the same with one of the other guys.”

“Right, you’re probably best at randomly picking up dudes and questioning them.”

“Hey, I’ve been with Taylor longer than you’ve been with Jason.”

“Barely,” I pointed out.

“Still counts,” Sophie said, sticking her tongue out at me. “Anyway, yes, I am better at this because I don’t bluster around like a hippo trying to be sexy when I flirt with men.”

“I’m not that bad,” I argued.

“I once saw you try and seductively lick an ice cream cone while looking at Corey Johnson back in high school, and the whole thing fell off the cone and went down the inside of your shirt.”

“Hey, at least it got him looking at my boobs,” I said, a small blush creeping up my face as I remembered that especially embarrassing incident back in the tenth grade.

“If he could see them through the tears he was crying from laughing at you so hard,” Sophie grinned, and I glared at her in reply.

“Fine. I’m going to find Claire. I’ll see you here at four?”

“For sure. Then we’ll get pizza for dinner after we’ve done the surgery.”

“Awesome.”

Five minutes later I was walking down the street toward Betty’s. I wasn’t going to have time for a sandwich, but I figured ordering a coffee could possibly get me the information I needed. Slipping into Betty’s café, I made my way to the counter. Going by the conversation in the corner, everyone seemed to have found out that it wasn’t Elizabeth Armstrong who’d been killed after all.

“Two tourists in under a week, dead. This isn’t good.”

“And one of them murdered, no less!”

“Well, if you ask me, I’m still more afraid of bears than a random freak.”

I put the random strings of conversations out of my head and made my way up to the counter.

“Hey, Betty,” I greeted her as she slipped a thick slice of blueberry peach pie onto a plate and added a dollop of whipped cream to it before handing it over to a worker to take to a table.

“Hi Angela,” she said with a smile. “How are you doing?”

“Great, thanks to you,” I told her. “Thank you again for everything you did with my office. I heard from Jason that you really galvanized the community to bring them together.”

“It was nothing. You deserved it.”

“Well I want you to know what it means to me. You’re amazing. Hey, have you heard anything from that girl from Montana that was in here the other day?”

Betty looked at me curiously. “She was in here earlier. Said she was going to spend the day in the library. Why?”

“Oh, just wondering if she eventually got out to do her hikes,” I replied, ordering my coffee.

“I don’t know; she didn’t mention it this morning. She seemed a bit pre-occupied. Not that I blame her, what with the whole situation at the inn and all,” Betty continued. I frowned.

“Yeah. That really sucks.”

“Hopefully Chief Gary will find out who did it as quickly as possible and we can advertise Willow Bay as being a safe place again.”

“Absolutely, I hope so. I’m sure he will. Chief Gary’s done a lot of good work over the last few months with the other murders we’ve had.”

“You’re completely correct, Angela. I’m sure he will.” Betty smiled as she handed me the coffee. Thanking her, I made my way down the street toward the library. I had an alibi to find out about!

Five minutes later I was in the library. I smiled at Rose, the librarian who had worked at the Willow Bay library for longer than I’d been alive, then started making my way through the racks, looking for Claire while at the same time trying to look like I was interested in the books, and not the people that were in here.

Failing to find her on the ground floor, I really hoped that I hadn’t missed her. I climbed the stairs to the second floor, however, and saw her almost immediately. Claire was seated at one of the tables, poring over maps of Willow Bay. I supposed she must have been looking for something that might tell her where someone might hide a multi-million-dollar diamond.

“Oh, hi!” I said to Claire, feigning surprise, and she looked up with a start.

“Hi… you’re the woman I met at the coffee shop that day, right?” she asked, and I nodded.

“Yeah. I own the vet clinic in town. My great-aunt just died though, and I’m trying to find some stuff for the estate, trying to take some of the pressure off my mom,” I lied.

“I’m sorry about your great-aunt.”

“Thanks. She had a good life, at least. How are you liking Willow Bay? Did you get a chance to do those hikes I showed you the other day?”

“I love it here,” Claire gushed. “And I did! I loved it! Actually, that’s why I’m here, I’m trying to see if I can find some others. I’ve done the ones you suggested, and a few others from the tourist office.”

“Nice! I’m glad you’re enjoying it, despite the tragedy yesterday,” I said, making my face sombre. “I hope you’re not scared of being here.”

“No, of course not! I heard about what happened to that poor man, of course. My bet is it was probably an ex-wife or something; nothing to worry about.”

“I’m glad you’re being practical about it. Still, you must be staying at the Willow Bay Inn, since it’s the only local hotel open in September. Were you in the hotel when it happened?”

Claire nodded. “Yes, but I didn’t see anything. I was in my room, having a nap when it all happened. I woke up an hour later and there were cops everywhere.”

“I guess you didn’t know the guy, either.”

“No. I mean, I passed him the lobby once or twice, I think, but that was about it.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re taking such a good stance about it. I know people in town are panicking about all the tourism drying up because of this, it’s good to see someone taking a logical approach.”

Claire smiled at me. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. Not for a little bit, at least. I’m thinking I might stay another week or so. But the murder hasn’t changed anything for me. Not at all.”

“Cool. Well hey, I’ll leave you to your maps,” I told her, pulling my phone from my pocket then getting up. “I just got a text, there’s an emergency at the vet clinic.”

“Good luck!” Claire told me, flashing me a smile as I left.

I made my way back to the street. So Claire admitted she was in the hotel, but said she was having a nap. That wasn’t much of an alibi. I wasn’t surprised she denied knowing Jack; she wasn’t exactly going to admit to me that she knew him as a master thief. But her saying that the murder hadn’t changed anything for her was telling. I bet it meant that she was looking for the diamond herself, and that if she found it, she was going to keep it. Jack had said he had a plan to find it. The group was going to meet up later on the day he was killed and Jack was going to give them more details. Claire had gotten into an argument with him, and she didn’t have an alibi for his time of death. As far as I was concerned, Claire was now suspect number one.

17

When Sophie and I met back at the vet clinic just before four o’clock, I learned that Andrew had actually been in town during the murder, although Sophie had thought it would be too suspicious if she asked him to name someone who had seen him. Instead, she asked her cop boyfriend. Taylor confirmed for her that he had let Andrew back into the hotel after the body had been discovered and the place sealed off. That was another suspect out. Sophie hadn’t been able to find Kevin anywhere. Still, that cemented Claire as the main suspect in my mind.

“It’s all good and fine to know who did it, but how are we going to prove it?” Sophie asked. I shrugged.

“I don’t know yet. I kind of figured I’d try and see who did it first, and then figure out the whole evidence thing later.”

“Fair enough,” Sophie said, as the bell above the front door jingled. Sophie went out to greet Chew-Barka—his owner was a big Star Wars fan—and I got the final preparations ready for his spaying. Chew-Barka was a four-month-old collie mix, with shaggy brown fur that matched his namesake completely. I knew him from when he got his puppy shots here, but when he came through with Sophie, he wasn’t his usual, energetic self.

“Hey little guy, what’s wrong?” I asked him, picking him up and putting him on the exam table, taking out my stethoscope as I did my regular pre-surgery examination.

“You’re going to butcher me. You’re going to turn me into a uterus.”

“Do you mean a eunuch?”

“Maybe. I’m a young dog! I’m in my prime! I should be out exploring, getting bitches.” I bit my lip to keep from laughing as Chew-Barka continued. “Instead I’m going to be living like an old dog. I won’t even want to hump my favorite blankie anymore.”

“Do you know what a condom is, Chewie?” I asked him.

“No.”

“Well, humans use it when they have sex, it covers up the naughty bits. That way, the girl doesn’t get pregnant. Unfortunately, no one’s invented condoms for dogs yet, so you have to have your balls remove to stop yourself from getting female dogs pregnant.”

“So?”

“So, if you get a female dog pregnant, that contributes to the pet overpopulation. It’s a lot more responsible to get neutered. Neutering also won’t necessarily make all of your urges go away. You can still go out and get bitches, you just won’t be able to get them pregnant.” Ok, so that part was a bit of a lie. Almost all dogs lost most of their urges when they were neutered. Still, maybe Chewie would be the exception.

“All the other dogs are going to make fun of me.”

“Almost all the dogs in Willow Bay are neutered,” I replied. “And I would know. I did most of them myself. Sophie, the lady who brought you in here, she has a dog and he’s neutered,” I told Chewie, trying to calm him down. He lay down and put his face between his paws. “I know it’s scary. I know you’re not sure about this. But I promise you, it’s for the best.”

“But my balls!”

“I know,” I told him, stroking his fur softly.

“I’ve only had them for a few months, but I’ve become pretty attached to them.”

“You won’t miss them, I promise.”

“I’ll have to find some other part of my body to lick.” I did my best to hide the smile forming on my lips. Poor Chewie was really devastated about this.

“Listen, we have to go get you ready for the surgery, ok? I’ll be giving you anesthetic, so you’ll be asleep for the whole procedure. You won’t feel a thing.”

“I won’t feel anything anymore, ever. I’m going to be numb always after this. I’ll never love again!”

Goodness. Even Bee hadn’t been this dramatic before being spayed. “It’ll be ok, Chewie. I promise.”

A few minutes later Sophie came in and helped me put Chewie under, and I began the surgery. Ten minutes later, we were finished. Sophie and I hung around and waited while Chewie came out from under the anesthetic, then held him for another hour to be sure he didn’t have any lasting side effects. He was extremely drowsy, and just sat in the kennel staring at the wall the whole time, and finally his owner came and picked him up and Sophie and I loaded up the new kittens and took them home, Bee insisting that she ride in the box with them on the car ride back to our place.

My dramatic little cat had become a mom to someone else’s litter of kittens.

Jason and Taylor both came over to have pizza with the three of us when we got home. I asked Bee where she wanted to be with her kittens, and she told me she wanted me to lock her in my bathroom, where the dog “couldn’t have any influence over my charges”. I did as she asked, then made my way back to the kitchen and got the plates ready for everyone else to arrive.

Fifteen minutes later, when Charlotte finally made it through the door, we were all here and ready.

“Oh man,” Taylor said, sinking into the couch with his plate of pizza and a beer. “After this week, I totally deserve this.”

“Hectic times?” Jason asked, lifting his own beer to Taylor.

“Yeah. It’s the full moon, and we all know what that means.”

“All the crazies come out to play,” Charlotte replied with a grin. “Trust me, I know too.”

“What about the full moon and crazies?” Sophie asked, looking around.

“It’s a myth/superstation/legend/whatever you want to call it among people who work in industries where you care for other people. So medical professionals, cops, social workers, that sort of thing,” Charlotte explained. “People who work in hospitality see it too sometimes. Basically, whenever there’s a full moon, everything gets to be a little bit more insane than usual.”

“It sounds like the sort of thing that’s not real and we all make up, but I swear it’s true,” Taylor said. “The first night of the full moon was the night before that man was killed by a bear.”

“I think you mean murdered,” I corrected. Taylor looked like he was going to argue with me, but one look from Sophie and he decided against it.

“Well regardless, it was the night before that man was killed. Then the next night we found old Wallace Tomlinson drunk in a dried up creekbed. He told us he was going sailing to Hawaii to go on holidays.”

“We had one of the regular schizophrenics come into the hospital,” Charlotte added. “He’d gone off his medication and was screaming at the nurses in the ER that the CIA was coming to kill him. They eventually got him sedated, but it took three big male nurses and two doctors to do it. Security looked like they wanted to put the hospital in lockdown.”

Taylor grinned at Charlotte. “Yeah, you know what it’s like. Animals are nothing compared to people.”

“Please,” I snorted. “Today I had to explain to a dog called Chew-Barka why he needed to be neutered.”

“It’s easy to explain things to animals when they can’t reply to you or understand what you’re saying. Besides, I had to stop a mob of crazy townspeople trying to get more gossip than their neighbors from breaking down an inn door to look at a body yesterday,” Taylor replied.

“Fine, I guess that’s a bit harder,” I replied with a smile. Taylor obviously wasn’t privy to my witchy abilities. “But the full moon is gone now, right?”

Charlotte nodded. “Yes. Until next month, anyway.”

“Well, even if it’s just a few weeks of peace, I’ll take it,” Taylor said. “We have absolutely zero leads on the death of that guy. All we know is his name is Jack Lundgren, and while he has a California driver’s license on him, it turned out it was fake. So we don’t even know where he’s from. We don’t even know if that’s his real name. His prints haven’t popped in the system.”

At this point, I was barely paying any attention to anything anymore. I let my eyes stare off into the distance as I begun to think. I had a hunch. Yes, it was no more than a hunch, but maybe, just maybe…

“Yo, earth to Angie!” Sophie said, waving her hand in my face.

“What? Sorry, what?” I asked, shaking my head quickly. “No. I don’t have time. I gotta go.”

“Wait, where are you going?” Jason asked, standing up.

“I have to… ask a question,” I replied, throwing on a jacket and grabbing my purse and heading out.

“Well I’m coming with you,” Jason said quickly, slipping on his own shoes and following after me. We got into my car and I drove us straight back to the Willow Bay Inn.

I found Willis Armstrong behind the front desk. As Elizabeth Armstrong’s son, he wasn’t young—nearly seventy years old with greying hair but a bit of a beer belly and a friendly face.

“Hi, Willis,” I greeted him, and he flashed me a smile.

“Hello, Angela! What can I do for you today?”

“I’m wondering if I can ask you a question about a few nights ago, when that man died.”

“Ah, yes,” Willis replied, shaking his head slowly. “In all my years living in Willow Bay, I’ve never heard of a bear attacking a human. You ask me, that’s not the whole story. Something else must have happened.”

I smiled at Willis. Finally, someone else in this town who also believed in the bears. “Yes, exactly! I don’t think it was a bear attack at all, I think that man had been murdered.

Willis stroked his beard thoughtfully. “And now you’ve come to ask me questions.”

“Yes, I know that the night before, Jeremy Wallace went out in the middle of the night. I’m wondering if anyone else did anything weird that night.”

Willis let out a bit of a wheeze that I think was supposed to be a laugh. “Are you joking? It was the first night of the full moon, lots of weird things happened that night.”

“Like what?” I asked eagerly. “Anything out-of-the-ordinary. Please!”

Willis stroked his beard for a couple minutes, thinking. “Well, there was a bit of a power outage just after ten that night. I got three complaints at the front desk, and one person wanted a refund on the pay-per-view movie he’d been watching.”

“Anything else?”

“I had two people check in around 11 that night. One was a girl from Montana, another a man from Massachusetts. Then, come to think of it, the man from Massachusetts came back out about two minutes after that Jeremy did. He looked like he was in a hurry, almost as though he was following him, but then about three minutes after he left, he came back in.”

“Do you remember who that man was? It’s important.”

Willis stroked his beard for a minute. “Yes. He’s still a guest here. Fischer. Andy Fischer. Greasy black hair, super skinny.”

Andrew! It had to have been Andrew.

“Thank you so much!!” I said to Willis. “Is he here? Andy Fischer?”

Willis shook his head. “He went out a while ago. I’m not sure where.”

“Thanks,” I told him, rushing back out of the hotel, Jason hot on my tail.

“What’s going on?” he asked, as I looked up and down Main Street.

“I think Andrew Fischer is our killer!”

18

“Wait, what?” Jason asked. “Slow down. Explain this to me like I’m an idiot, because I have no idea where this is coming from.”

“The person who killed Jeremy Wallace had to be after the diamond. Otherwise why would he be out in the woods? What if someone threatened him, and made him go out there? You with me so far?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, Jeremy went out the night before. That had to be when he hid the diamond. And it sounds like Andrew tried to follow him, but failed since he came back just a couple minutes later. So presumably, Andrew knew that was when he went out to hide the diamond, and the next day he would have threatened Jeremy, made him show him where he hid the diamond, but for some reason he killed him before he found out.”

“Ok,” Jason said slowly. “I guess that maybe makes sense. So what are you going to do now?”

“I need to find Andrew and get him to admit what he did.”

“Seriously?” Jason crossed his arms. “Come on. We’re going back to the car. You do realize a seasoned thief is never going to admit to murdering two people for you, no matter how nicely you ask him.” Jason had a point, I grudgingly had to admit. “Go home, figure out a way to prove it was him, and then you can prove he committed the murder.”

“Fine,” I replied, trying not to sulk too much. What Jason said made sense, but I wanted to do something now. I’d been so frustrated with this case, there was nothing more in the world that I wanted than to find Andrew, tell him I knew he’d killed Jeremy Wallace—and also probably Jack—and have him admit to me the truth so I could tell Chief Gary and have him arrested. But of course, Jason was right. There was no way that was going to happen. I was going to have to be stealthier. I was going to have to find proof.

Fifteen minutes later we were back home, but I let Jason tell Charlotte, Sophie and Taylor what had happened while I went into the bathroom to check on Bee and the kittens and then took a few minutes for myself. I had no idea how I was going to get proof that Andrew Fischer was the murderer. But at least now I was almost completely certain I knew who the murderer was.

The next morning, I was no closer to figuring out how I was going to prove that Andrew Fischer had killed Jeremy Wallace. We had a two-hour break in the middle of the morning—now that everyone was getting settled the vet clinic’s schedule was filling up pretty quickly once again—and so I settled myself in a chair in the back room with my iPad and began to absent-mindedly look through Jeremy Wallace’s Facebook profile once again.

I thought back to what I’d heard the others say. Jeremy Wallace was arrogant. He thought he was better than everyone else. Kevin had said it would eventually get Jeremy into trouble during a job, that he would eventually get caught because he was so sure of himself.

Scanning through the photos, it was obvious that was true. The man never met a selfie he didn’t post to social media. I had no idea how much of his profile was legitimate and how much of it was simply a front to make it look like he was a real tourist, but nobody showed off their abs that much if they didn’t absolutely mean it.

Rolling my eyes at the photo, I opened the only photo Jeremy had posted while in Willow Bay. It featured him showing off his abs once again, standing at the end of one of the most popular hiking routes in Willow Bay, the Bay View Trail. He was at the end of it, standing next to Old Oakie, one of the Willow Bay landmarks. I realize the irony of an Oak Tree being a landmark in a place like Willow Bay, known for its willow trees, but that was just the way things worked out.

Behind Old Oakie was the reason almost everyone who visited Willow Bay did the short and easy one-mile hike to get there: the absolutely stunning view of Willow Bay. Jeremy’s photo had obviously been taken in the evening; the low sun cast a beautiful yellow glow on the still water. A single paddle-boarder in the background was making his way back toward shore, and a man threw something—maybe a stick? It was hard to tell from so far away—for a dog on the beach.

Suddenly, though, my eyes moved away from the beach and back to Old Oakie. I gasped as I looked at the tree. One of the biggest features of the tree was the natural hole about six feet high; it was known as Oakie’s Eye. About six inches in diameter, the hole was natural, perfectly round and frequently visited by squirrels, Stellar’s Jays and other small woodland animals. I’d obviously never thought of it this way, but it was also the perfect place to hide a fifty-million-dollar diamond.

After all, Jeremy Wallace was an arrogant man, and a risk taker. That much I’d gathered from his associates. Maybe posting a picture of the place where he would go to hide the diamond on his social media was his way of arrogantly flaunting what he’d done. Maybe he didn’t know that was where he was going to hide the diamond. But that had to be where it was!

Noticing that my heart was beating around three times as fast as normal, I forced myself to take a deep breath and calm down. After all, there was no proof the diamond was in Oakie’s Eye. It was just conjecture on my part. Still, this was the closest I’d come to getting a clue in this case for quite a while, and it excited me enough that I was definitely not going to wait until the end of the work day to see it through. After all, what if one of the others figured out what I did first?

“I’m going out,” I told Sophie. “I think I know where the diamond is.”

“Oh, like you’re going to go get it alone,” Sophie replied. “I’m coming with you.”

We drove to the Bay View trailhead and parked in the little twenty-car dirt parking lot by the entrance. With it being September and the low tourist season in the middle of the week, we were the only car parked in the lot. I’d explained my reasoning to Sophie on the way, who agreed that this was definitely worth a look. Suddenly, I remembered what Betty had said at the Café.

“Wait, isn’t this trail supposed to be closed?” I asked Sophie.

“I think I heard it was going to re-open this morning,” she replied. There were no signs indicating the trail was closed, but the deep tire tracks in the mud showed that there had been heavy machinery here recently. I was pleased; it meant we wouldn’t need any magic to get past anybody working on a closed trail.

The Bay View trail was only a mile long, a single-track dirt path meandering through the forest, surrounded by beautiful Pacific coast forest trees, ferns and wildlife. A rabbit hopped off the trail as we made our way past, and the shrill cry of Stellar’s Jays rose through the trees above us along with the chirps of robins preparing for either a migration south for the winter or braving the upcoming winter. I let myself take a deep breath of the fresh forest air. The crisp, clean air and the connection with nature was one of my favorite things about Willow Bay. Sophie and I walked in silence. I knew I was a bundle of nervous energy right now, and idle conversation wasn’t exactly going to help, and I figured Sophie was probably in the same situation herself.

The mile-long walk toward the Bay View lookout point seemed to take hours, even though it was more like fifteen minutes. I was horrendously out of shape, but the desire to know whether or not the diamond was where I thought it might be overpowered my complete inability to do anything remotely resembling cardio.

When we hit the lookout point I was breathing somewhat heavily. “I swear,” I told Sophie as I made my way toward Old Oakie, “I say this every single time I do anything remotely strenuous, but I really need to start going to the gym more.”

“I’m so glad you said that and it’s not just me,” Sophie replied. “You were walking so fast I was wondering if I was literally the least fit person on the planet.”

I laughed as we both made our way toward Old Oakie. “You reach in,” Sophie told me. “You’re taller, and this was your idea.”

I looked at the hole in the middle of Old Oakie. “If there’s anything in there that could possibly bite my hand,” I told the tree, “please don’t. I’m just checking for something lost.” What? You could never be 100% sure in the outdoors. I tried to quell my excitement by telling myself the diamond almost certainly wasn’t in there as I reached my hand into the hole. I didn’t even know how deep the hole was; for all I knew it was going to be impossible to get anything out of there.

But, a second later, my hand landed on something hard, but made of fabric. My eyes widened and Sophie noticed, her face breaking into an excited smile as her eyes widened.

“Is it in there?” she asked. I wrapped my fingers around the object and pulled it out of the tree. I unwrapped my fingers, exposing a piece of blue velvet wrapped around an object the size of a large walnut. My fingers trembled as I grabbed the edge of the velvet cover and slowly began to expose the most incredible diamond I’d ever seen in my life.

The round gem had a light pink hue to it; it wasn’t perfectly clear like most diamonds. The late morning sun shining down on the rock made it sparkle in the light in a way I’d never seen before; it was as though the light of the day danced lightly on the surface of the rock. I was breathless, completely taken away.

“Oh my God,” Sophie whispered. “It’s amazing.”

“I know,” was all I could reply. We both stared at it, mesmerized, for at least a full minute. No wonder this diamond was worth so much money. “We have to put this away,” I said suddenly. After all, this diamond was worth over fifty million dollars, and there were four thieves who had already stolen it somewhere in this town.

“Yeah,” Sophie replied. “We have to take it straight to Chief Gary.”

“Definitely,” I replied, carefully putting the velvet cover back over the diamond. It felt rather unceremonious, but I hadn’t brought anything with me to carry the diamond in, so I simply slipped it into the zippered pocket of the light jacket I was wearing.

“Thanks, I’ll take that off your hands,” a familiar voice said suddenly. I heard Sophie inhale sharply next to me. I turned around, facing the path, and found Andrew Fischer coming out of the woods toward us, holding a gun. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all.

19

“What?” I asked innocently. I didn’t exactly have a lot of options here.

“I saw you took the diamond. Give it back to me, and maybe I let you leave here with your lives.”

“Yeah right,” Sophie replied. “You’re going to kill us either way, aren’t you?”

Andrew shrugged. “Well, since you’ve figured it out, I might as well admit it. Yes. You can either give me the diamond the easy way, or the hard way.”

Bile rose in my throat. I didn’t want to die. I had to find a way to stall him.

“You killed Jeremy Wallace,” I said. I couldn’t really think of anything else.

“Yes. And if only he hadn’t died, like some kind of moron, all of this could have been avoided. I could have been out of this hole of a town days ago with my diamond.”

“Why kill him, then?” Sophie asked, and Andrew rolled his eyes.

“Well it’s not like I did it on purpose. I got this gun from a guy I know in Portland. The night Jeremy went out, I knew he was going to hide the diamond. I tried to follow him, but the guy was too sneaky. I lost him pretty quickly, and I knew that if I didn’t do something fast, the others were going to get to him. So I drove to Portland and got a gun from a guy I knew. The next day, I threatened Jeremy. I told him to take me to the diamond. He took me on this random path, and I realized about halfway through that we weren’t anywhere near where he’d hidden the thing.”

The whole time he was telling this story, Andrew was waving the gun around, like it was nothing. I could barely listen to his story; all my focus was on that gun and how we were possibly going to be able to get it away from him. I knew I wasn’t allowed to use magic, since Andrew would obviously know about it. Although, if it came down to it, I figured I would probably use a spell. There was nothing the Witches Council could do to me that was worse than death, after all, was there?

“Eventually I confronted him about it. I told him I knew we were nowhere near where the diamond was, and then he grinned at me. He grinned! The arrogant son-of-a…” Andrew shook his head. “That was when I lost it. I shoved him, hard, and his head hit the tree. I checked for a pulse, but he was gone. I couldn’t believe it. The one man on the planet who knew where that damned diamond was, and now he was dead.”

“So why did you decide to make it look like a bear attack?” I asked.

“I couldn’t have anyone looking too seriously into who Jeremy Wallace was,” Andrew replied. “I needed time to figure out where he stashed that diamond, and I needed that time without anyone bothering me.”

“When did you figure it out?” I asked.

“Two days ago. Jack told me; he had told all of us he thought he knew where the diamond was hidden, but he told me before the others because he wanted to know if I could do something with my computer abilities to confirm. I tried to come out here before, but there were too many people around with the closed trail. Too suspicious. I heard an hour ago that the trail had re-opened.”

“That’s why you killed him, too. Jack had figured out where the diamond was and you wanted it for yourself.”

Andrew nodded. “Exactly. What I want to know is how the hell you figured all this out?”

My throat felt parched, like I hadn’t had a thing to drink in days. Still, I figured that if I kept him talking, that was my best bet for getting out of here alive. But before I got a chance to say anything, Sophie started talking.

“It was actually me that figured it all out,” she said. I couldn’t help but notice she took a few steps away from me. What on earth was she doing? Suddenly, I realized! Sophie was trying to get Andrew’s attention away from me. She wanted to give me a chance to get rid of the diamond, in case he killed us. Slowly, I moved my hand toward my zippered pocket and opened the zip.

“I knew it couldn’t be a bear attack. I’ve spent my whole life in Willow Bay, so there had to be another explanation,” Sophie explained.

As subtly as I could, I slipped my hand into the pocket and wrapped my fingers around the stone. I dropped it onto the ground and waited a moment to make sure Andrew hadn’t noticed anything.

“I snuck into Jeremy Wallace’s hotel room and found a hidden cell phone that had texts from you and all the other thieves,” Sophie continued. Andrew’s attention was completely fixed on her. I focused on the stone on the ground and pointed toward it, whispering “Nonvideroa,” as quietly as I could. I looked down and saw the stone had disappeared. Good.

I took a step forward and waited for Sophie to finish her story.

“There’s only one problem, though,” I said. “When we got here, there was no stone.”

Andrew turned toward me and pointed the gun at my head. My legs felt weak.

“You’re lying,” he hissed. “I saw you take something out of the tree.”

“It was just a rock,” I said. “I thought it was going to be the diamond, but it wasn’t. You can check.” Until a witch pointed at the spot on the ground where I’d left the diamond and reversed my spell, there was no way anyone would be able to see it. Andrew looked at me suspiciously.

“No,” he said finally. “No, I’m not going to search you. This is a trap. You’re trying to stop me. Well, it’s not going to work. He fired a shot from the gun into the ground. The explosion from the gun made me jump about a foot in the air; I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified.

Sophie let out a scream at the shot, and the rustle of feathers coming from the forest told me that all the birds in the vicinity had flown off.

“Help!” I cried at the top of my lungs. It was a Hail Mary cry; I knew the odds of anyone else being nearby at this time of year was virtually nil.

“Shut up!” Andrew Fischer shouted. He made his way to Old Oakie, keeping the gun trained on Sophie and I the whole time. My eyes were on the barrel, I barely noticed Andrew putting his hand into Oakie’s Eye and fumbling around in there, looking for a diamond that was no longer there. He let out a shout of frustration.

“Fine!” he said. “I know you have it. You have to have it. I’ll just kill you, and find it on your bodies after.”

He pointed the gun to my chest and took a step forward. I was so focused on the barrel, my brain screaming for me to do something, that I didn’t notice the rustle of the woods from behind us. Evidently, Andrew didn’t either, because a moment later Jeanie, the big black bear who had seen the original attack on Jeremy Wallace, came storming out from the woods and swiped at Andrew’s back.

He let out a horrifying cry as a shot went off, and I fell to the ground. Luckily, there was no pain coursing through me, so I obviously hadn’t been hit. I looked over at Sophie, who was still standing, looking stunned.

Andrew Fischer was screaming. “Get this thing away! Get it off me! Ahhh!” He began to crawl toward his gun, which had fallen and was about two feet from where he lay.

I picked up an old, broken tree branch off the ground and wacked him on the head with it as hard as I could. Fischer immediately stopped moving. I stared at him for a minute, as my brain began to process what I’d just done. Suddenly, I began to shake.

“Are you all right, human?” Jeanie asked me softly, and I nodded.

“Yes. Thank you, Jeanie. You saved our lives.”

“It is not a bother. I saw you passing through my territory once more. I decided to follow you, thinking you might need some assistance.”

“We definitely did. Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“We are the caretakers of the woods,” Jeanie replied. “Bears are the law here. We are the biggest of the animals. We must ensure that no ill takes place in our woods. We do not like humans, but you are good. You understand our role. I was afraid, but I had to help. Good luck, human,” Jeanie said, before turning and lumbering back toward the woods with an agility I hadn’t expected her to have.

“Thank you!” Sophie called out after her. I looked over at my best friend, whose face was white. I ran over to her and the two of us embraced, collapsing into tears a moment later. I couldn’t believe how close the two of us had just come to being killed. I was so glad my best friend was ok.

After about a minute, we separated.

“I’ll check and see if he’s alive, you call Chief Gary,” I told Sophie, who nodded. As I approached Andrew Fischer’s lifeless body, I said a little prayer, hoping he was only unconscious. Sure, the man had tried to kill us, but that didn’t mean I wanted to kill him. I had never taken a life before, and I hoped that hadn’t changed today. I leaned down and carefully pressed a finger to his neck. It was weak, yes, but there was a pulse there. I mouthed “ambulance” at Sophie, who nodded and gave me a thumbs up as she passed those instructions on to Chief Gary.

I sent Jason a text as well, telling him where we were and what had happened, and then made my way back to where I’d dropped the diamond.

“Videroa,” I said, pointing to the ground and centering all of my thoughts on the diamond. A spasm of energy left my body and instantly the diamond reappeared. I quickly picked it up and slipped it back into my pocket. Sophie hung up the phone and we sat on a nearby bench together, in silence, my hand in hers. We’d just been thought a near-death experience together.

“I’m glad we’re not dead,” Sophie said finally.

“Me too,” I replied. “Thank goodness for Jeanie.”

“Yeah. Absolutely. I never thought I’d be celebrating a bear saving my life.”

“I’ve been saying for days that bears aren’t the dangerous killers we think they are.”

“Yeah, but no one takes anything you say seriously.”

I stuck my tongue out at Sophie as I heard rustling in the woods and the first of the emergency responders arrived. Help was here. We were safe.

20

About three minutes after the first paramedics arrived, Jason burst through the trail, followed closely by Chief Gary. As soon as he saw me, Jason ran over and took me into a huge hug, pressing me close to his chest. I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent, closing my arms around him. I hadn’t let myself think about the people I would have missed the most if Andrew Fischer had actually killed us, but now, I couldn’t help myself. I burst into tears once more, the salty droplets wetting Jason’s polo.

“I’m so glad you’re safe,” he whispered into my ear as he held me close to him.

“Me too,” I replied. “Me too.”

Chief Gary chose that moment to clear this throat, and Jason and I separated. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said, “but I have to take a statement from Angela.”

“Of course,” Jason replied, taking a step back. I reached into my pocket and took out the stone, handing it to Chief Gary.

“Don’t open this out here,” I said. “It looks pretty spectacular in the light, though.”

“Is that…” Jason asked, his eyes moving to the stone, and I nodded.

“Yeah. The Helena diamond. At least, I’d be willing to bet it’s the real thing. I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

“Thank you, Angela,” Chief Gary said. “I’ll make sure the owners know who was responsible for its return, and what it nearly cost you.”

“I guess the bears didn’t kill Jeremy Wallace after all,” Jason mused, and Chief Gary shifted uncomfortably in place.

“Yes, well, unfortunately while I did pass on Angela’s sentiments, I will admit that I wasn’t completely convinced myself, and that may have swayed the medical examiner’s findings,” he said.

“It’s all right,” I told Chief Gary. “As long as now the truth comes out, no one needs to be afraid of bears anymore. In fact, Sophie and I just had our lives saved by one.”

“I’ll make sure the front page of next week’s paper features that story,” Jason said, and I smiled at him.

“Thanks, you’re the best.”

“I really am,” he replied with a smile.

When Karen found out what had happened she immediately re-scheduled all of our afternoon appointments, and Sophie and I went home and immediately collapsed into bed. I woke up about two hours later feeling a lot better, and went into the bathroom to check on Bee and her kittens.

“Hey Bee, how are things?”

“They’re good, obviously. I’m not incompetent, you know.”

“I know,” I told her, but before I could continue, I noticed that two of the kittens—Butters and Boo—had opened their eyes. Their little dark blue eyes were adorable as they climbed over each other in an attempt to get at Bee’s milk. I let out a squeal of delight at seeing them, and Bee rolled her eyes.

“See that, kittens? That’s one of the humans. Her name is Angela. She’s ok, as far as humans go.” By Bee’s standards, I figured that was high praise.

“Thanks, Bee,” I replied sarcastically. “Let me take your food bowl, I’ll be back in a minute,” I told her.

“Bring me back some sushi,” Bee ordered. “I want the little ones to know the greatest taste on earth.”

“I’m not bringing back sushi,” I replied. “It’s not safe for the little ones, they should be on a diet of only your milk for at least a few more weeks.”

“Remember what I said about Angela being one of the ok ones? I take that back,” Bee told the kittens, and I made my way back to the kitchen with her food bowl, rolling my eyes. High quality cat food was going to have to do her for now.

As I placed the bowl down for Bee and the kittens I looked on the adoring foster mother with a smile on my face. Those kittens were going to grow up to be insane. But I also knew they were going to be raised well. For all of Bee’s dramatics and quirkiness, she was a good cat. She was definitely going to make a good mother.

Willow Bay had never been so famous as after the Helena Diamond was found in a major tourist spot. All the fears people had about tourism levels dropping due to the bad publicity regarding the bears was completely unfounded; people began to flock to Willow Bay on weekends, even though it was the off-season, just to walk the trail where one of the world’s most famous diamonds had been hidden. I’d never seen a September like it. Business was brisk and bustling, and no one made any more comments about killing bears. The petition to allow the hunting of bears in the National Park nearby got so much negative press it was immediately pulled, and the government put out a press release stating the importance of bears in the local ecosystem.

All I knew was bears had been pretty important in my own ecosystem.

About a week after the recovery of the diamond, Chief Gary called me and told me the owner wanted to thank me personally. She came to Willow Bay and we met at the back of the Italian restaurant Jason and I had eaten at about two weeks earlier. We sat at a small, private table at the back.

Catherine Montgomery was the daughter of a diamond tycoon in South Africa. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it turned out she was short, with a small frame and a shy smile. She carried herself with the confidence that came from never having to worry about money, but her demeanour was friendly and welcoming. I got no sense of frigidity from her whatsoever.

“Angela Martin, it is so nice to meet you,” she told me, taking my hands in hers and shaking them warmly when I arrived. I couldn’t help but match her smile.

“It’s lovely to meet you too,” I replied.

“I wanted to thank you for bringing me back my diamond,” Catherine told me. “I know it is such an extravagant luxury, but it has so much sentimental value to me. My father gave it to me before he died as a gift for my wedding, and when I found out it was gone, I was just devastated.”

“Well I was glad to be able to help,” I replied.

“I seriously cannot thank you enough,” Catherine told me. “But I hope this will help somewhat,” she said, slipping me an envelope. I opened it and looked inside and saw a check, and my eyes widened.

“I can’t… I can’t take this.”

“Oh please, please do,” Catherine said. “I want you to have it. This diamond means so much to me, when it disappeared I was completely distraught. I want you to have it.”

“Thank you,” I finally managed to stammer out. “Thank you so much.”

When Catherine left I dared to look at the check once more. It was for a million dollars. I couldn’t believe it. I absolutely could not believe it.

“You have to keep the money,” Sophie said. “It’s all yours. Seriously.”

Jason and Charlotte nodded their agreement.

“Absolutely,” Jason said. “You did so much to find that diamond. You were the one who figured it out.”

“I never could have done it without you guys, though,” I protested.

“Well we’re not taking it,” Sophie said. “Go on. Besides, I’d give my part of it to you just to see the look on Matt Smith’s face when he hears about the deal.”

“Fine,” I finally conceded.

An hour later I’d deposited the check at the bank. They’d put a hold on it until it cleared, but I knew it was going to. I smiled as I took my phone out and dialled Leanne Chu. It turned out I’d found the perfect owner for the building and land the vet clinic was on. Me.

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Want to read more of Angela’s adventures? The sixth book in the Willow Bay Witches series, sleeping with the fishes, is scheduled for release in July 2017.

Other Willow Bay Witches Mysteries:

The Purr-fect Crime (Willow Bay Witches #1)

Barking up the Wrong Tree (Willow Bay Witches #2)

Just Horsing Around (Willow Bay Witches #3)

Lipstick on a Pig (Willow Bay Witches #4)

Cassie Coburn Mysteries:

Poison in Paddington (Cassie Coburn Mystery #1)

Bombing in Belgravia (Cassie Coburn Mystery #2)

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