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

Charlie suggested, dropping the subject of the Deanes. The last thing he needed was a battle brewing in the mansion.
    Melinda could have kicked herself for being so stupid.
    Charlie picked up the Mack line. She skipped the usual greeting. “So whadoyaguysthink?” She sounded about as excited at the premise of more trouble on the Isle as they did.
    “About Courtney Jessup or the sighting?” grumbled Charlie. “We’re not sure what to think really, other than it’s most likely a publicity stunt. I just hope this reporter knows when to keep her nose out of the wrong sort of business. We don’t need someone else to look after if she gets into trouble.”
    “Or discovers the truth,” called out Michael.
    “God. I hadn’t even thought of that,” groaned Melinda. “Wouldn’t that be a nightmare?”
    Mack heard what they’d said. “Sounds like we’re on the same page. Not sure what to think yet either, other than we’re going to have our work cut out for us. So what about this sighting, think there’s anything to it?”
    “Not sure, but you know us, Mack. We’ll check it out and get back to you. But hey, while I got you, do you happen to know who owns Channel Four?”
    “’Fraid I don’t know his name but he’s not a local. Some retired newsman that bought a place here to vacation. Guess he decided to invest a little money in the local news. If I had to wager, I’d put my money on him already owning, or planning to buy, some of the businesses in town. Probably trying to drum up tourists, not that we need anymore.”
    “Stir up trouble more like,” contended Charlie.
    “I hear that,” agreed Mack. “Keep in touch with what ya find out.”
    “Will do.” Charlie disconnected, scratching his head, unsure what to do next.
    Part of him wanted to march right downtown and meet this reporter, get a sense of her intentions. Perhaps it was more important to check out the possible Feyk sighting and see if there was any truth to it.
    “What are you thinking?” asked Michael after a bit.
    “First priority, check out the sighting,” Charlie decided. “Second, we’ll look into this reporter.” He caught William’s eye; the vampire gave him a sharp nod in agreement. “But we don’t all need to investigate this, so why don’t Michael and I handle it, and Melinda, you can stay here and help William.”
    “With what?” she asked, aiming it at William.
    “Research,” he answered. “Regarding your father and the Soul Hunter.”
    “You find something new?”
    “No. However, I have ideas on how to locate something new. Before we split up...” he paused, raising his hands for everyone to wait. “Not to get off track from our current endeavors, but it suddenly seems prudent that we should attempt securing the Isle’s perimeter. Not just our own boundaries here at the mansion.”
    “The entire island?” questioned Michael with an incredulous frown.
    “Yes.”
    “Would you use more gargoyles?” asked Emily.
    “I’ll have to think on it. At night they would shimmer into the shadows but it might look odd to suddenly have gargoyles posted in strange places all over the Isle.”
    “Or maybe not,” said Melinda, half-joking. “Tourists would probably love it.”
    William frowned. Additional curious tourists was not what he was aiming for.
    “Gargoyles or not, it does look like securing the Isle might be necessary,” said Charlie. “Although, I’ve never heard of such a thing being done before. I wouldn’t even have a clue where to start.”
    “Nor I,” admitted William. “But if things persist in the manner they have of late, even a small warning could make all the difference.”
    “So you’re saying it would be like an alarm system?” Melinda needed to clarify.
    “Yes. A warning system. Something to warn us when anything from the supernatural world crosses the borders of The Demon Isle. Whether evil or not, we would know.”
    “Is that really possible?” asked Melinda.
    “I don’t see