A Nightmare to Remember (Wicked Good Witches Book 5) Read Online Free

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    “She’s got a blog and everything,” murmured Melinda.
    “To our aid, most locals probably have no idea what that is…” said Michael with an eye roll. It drove him crazy how behind the times the Isle was. “Hell, there’s still a few businesses in town that operate as cash only. Don’t even take a friggin’ credit card.”
    “They abhor technological advances. As I do.” William actually liked that about the Isle. He felt more at ease.
    Charlie gave them a warning snicker. “Regardless, that report is not for the locals.”
    “No. I’d wager it’s not,” his brother agreed.
    “Tourists may come here for some old fashioned charm,” started Melinda, “but every single one of them has their hands glued to a cell phone.”
    “With camera. And video. And instant web access. I think you can get connected on pretty damned near the entire island now.” Emily shook her head. “Not going to make your jobs any easier. But I’ll keep my eyes on the blog. Assuming you guys want me to that is?” she tossed back at them.
    “Probably a good idea,” said Charlie. “Thanks, Emily. Not sure what we’d do without your internet skills.”
    “I don’t want to overstep my bounds, but it is nice to know I can help some kick-ass witches now and again.”
    “You’re practically once of us,” noted Michael with a proud smile.
    “And we’ll take all the help we can get,” declared Charlie with a grin.
    “As long as their last name isn’t Deane,” whispered Melinda sorely. She sucked her lips and held her tongue. Only William would have heard, and she avoided his response.
    Michael inhaled deeply, letting out the breath with a curious sigh. “Reporter was hired by Channel Four. Who owns that station?”
    “I’m not sure,” said Charlie, glancing at William.
    “I’m not privy to the information myself, but perhaps the sheriff might have some insight. My assumption is the owner is not a native of the Isle.”
    “And it’s no longer just a local feed, it’s going off Isle, to the entire tri-state area ,” mimicked Charlie. “Clearly an attempt to seek out tourists.”
    “And what about the strange man that Thomas Kinney saw?” asked Emily.
    “Prank would be my guess,” said Michael. “What better way to bolster a brand new report, or newly expanded newscast.”
    “Do you think people would be gullible enough to fall for such a thing?” asked Emily.
    “Have you seen Fortune Alley lately?” argued Michael sarcastically. “I don’t think they can squeeze in another tarot card reader, or magic shop.”
    “Something like this was bound to happen, I guess,” said Melinda. “It really might just make our jobs even harder.”
    “Regardless,” said Charlie, “we’ll need to look into this story, verify if it is just a prank, or if there’s any truth to it. I hate to say it, but what Thomas the tourist described, sounded eerily similar to a Feyk.”
    “A Feyk, on the Isle? Ugh…” Melinda shuddered at the thought.
    “Yes. Tricky bastards,” expressed Michael.
    “And not something many would be familiar with. Especially those unaware that the supernatural actually exists.” William eyed them knowingly.
    “Meaning there just might be some truth behind the sighting. And we’ll also need to investigate the investigator,” caught on Charlie. “See just how much this Courtney Jessup really knows about the Isle.”
    “Why would Feyks come here now?” Melinda wondered aloud. “They haven’t been sighted on the Isle since…” Melinda caught herself and bit the side of her cheek angrily. Why don’t I think about what I’m going to say before it leaves my mouth?
    Michael lifted his eyes in an I told you so manner. “You mean since the Deanes were still on the Isle, practicing dark magic?”
    “The timing has to be coincidence. And that’s if this thing is even a Feyk. Or real! It might be nothing,” Melinda floundered in defense.
    “Why don’t I go call Mack,”