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

Canton’s death was anything but an accident.”
    “Then why haven’t the police closed the case yet?”
    Sighing, he leaned further back until I was sure the chair would fall.
    “You know I cannot comment on an ongoing investigation,” he told me.
    Damn! I hated it when he used that excuse to keep me in the dark. I was going to have to do some pushing.
    “Buck can’t seriously believe that a crippled man made his way out to the pool without some help?”
    Sheriff Hascall might have looked and acted like a goody two-shoes, but he wasn’t stupid, not by a long shot.
    “Can you at least tell me if they have any suspects? You know, Aunt Selena could be a target if we do have an assassin targeting the CO5 families.”
    “I’m sure your Aunt Selena can take care of herself well enough. What I think is that you should pass on this job. It could get dangerous.”
    “Ah ha! So the police do suspect more than you’re letting on.” I exclaimed, folding my arms in front of my chest.
    “You need to listen to me, Sadie. If this is witch business, you need to steer clear of it. Go home and get a change of clothes. Looking like that, you’re going to be lucky if the town drunk hires you to help find his lost bottle of whiskey.”
    Now I was irritated. “Hmm, that makes a lot of sense. I open a detective agency in a town with a high witch population, but I am not supposed to get involved with witch business. Who will I work for then?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips.
    Dad threw his hands in the air. “I’m only concerned about your safety.”
    It was just like Dad to change the subject before I was finished discussing it. Somehow, we’d gone from talking about the Petrova case to my safety.
    Pushing him now wouldn’t do me a lot of good, except for getting me thrown out of his office. These days, he couldn’t ground me so he opted for more embarrassing methods of punishment.
    “Just so you know, I am going to take this job,” I told him, spinning on my heels.
    “Is everything okay?” Sandy asked as I passed her desk. The tone of her voice made it evident that she hoped everything wasn’t okay.
    “Of course.” I smiled and then added, “Sandy, you really might want to talk to your hairdresser about the bleach she’s using. Your hair is getting a green tinge to it.”
    The comment was totally bitchy and uncalled for, but the look of absolute horror that entered her eyes made it totally worth the bitch label.
    Sandy wasn’t just jealous of Fredrick Costello’s wife, but his daughters too, including me. The bad vibes that came off that woman had a way of bringing out the wicked witch in me.
     
     

Chapter Three
     
    As soon as I stepped outside and into the fresh morning air, I felt a ton better. Like most mornings, the air was filled with the heady scent of sage and pine. There was something about the golden light of the morning sun and fresh country air that could settle me right down, at least most of the time.
    Now, if only my car wasn’t parked on the other side of the square.
    With Dad not giving up any information, I didn’t have a lot of choice but to dig right in. The best way to do that was to go to the crime scene and the Petrova family.
    None of the CO5 families were close. Actually, they didn’t even get along too well. Like most people in town, I’d seen the other families around, but hadn’t bothered to get acquainted with them.
    The families were secretive, especially when it came to the other CO5 families. Talking my way into Draven Court wasn’t going to be easy, though the fact that my dad and aunts were at odds might help a little.
    From the day my father swore off anything to do with witchcraft and the CO5, he and my aunts had been battling. It also happened to be the same day he’d come home from his military tour with a new wife, also known as my mother.
    Born and bred in the normal world of Montgomery Alabama, Sarah Benson hadn’t had a clue what life was really like in