Witching There's Another Way: A Cozy Mystery (The Witchy Women of Coven Grove Book 4) (7 page)

“Why,” Ryan’s doppleganger said, waving a hand grandly at the town, “isn’t it obvious? This is Coven Grove. Ah, and look! Someone else here to greet our prodigal children.”

From behind her, Bailey heard a voice that cut deep into her heart.

“Bailey-Bee!” The woman’s voice said, full of fondness and compassion, just as it had always been.

Bailey turned slowly, carefully controlling her expression, her body language, even her breathing.

Wendy Robinson smiled brightly at her, and opened her arms. “Oh, sweet girl!” she said warmly. “Welcome home.”

Chapter 10

It happened fast. One moment, Avery felt the twisting current of magic reach a fever pitch and thought that he might be sick—he shut his eyes tight against the feeling and when he opened them Bailey and Aiden both were gone.

The magic died down, and for a split second he saw a patch of black on the cave wall where there had been a drawing of a door only seconds before. As quickly as he noticed, it was gone. He rubbed his eyes and stared at the cave drawing.

“Right,” Rita said, weary and sagging onto her cane. “It’s done. Everyone out.”

Avery held his breath a moment, and looked from one crone to the other. “That’s it? We just… leave?”

“What else would you like me to do?” Rita asked archly. “They’re through. Whatever they find on the other side is theirs to deal with. They will or they won’t. Hanging around in this dank cave isn’t going to make a difference to them.”

“But—”

“Come on, Avery,” Chloe said, reaching for his shoulder as she approached. “I’m worried, too. But she’s right. We can’t do anything for them here.”

“I should have gone with them,” he said. His chest was already beginning to ache, his stomach souring with guilt.

“You’re needed here,” Anita said.

He and Chloe both looked at the old woman, but she only turned away and walked toward the back end of the cave. Rita joined her, and for a moment it was difficult to look at them—and then they were gone.

“So that’s it,” Avery said slowly. “They just hand down the mandates and we listen?”

“We do,” Frances said. She pointed a finger at Avery. “You may not like it, but right now you’re in witch territory. You’d best leave it be. The crones know their business; they’re older, wiser, and smarter than any of us. That’s how they got to be what they are. And besides”—she glanced at the direction the crones had vanished into and rubbed her hands slowly together as though cold—“if Anita says you’re needed here…”

“We should keep our eyes open,” Chloe finished. “Anita rarely speaks directly about what she sees—she knows better than to muddy the waters—but she’s never wrong.”

“Great,” Avery sighed, and finally ran his fingers through his hair as he calmed himself. It helped, almost.

“It’s late,” Chloe said. “You should get some rest.”

If ever there was a good piece of advice, it was that. Avery nodded, and accepted a brief hug from Bailey’s birth mother.

It was strange. Since Chloe had revealed the truth about herself to Bailey, Avery hadn’t gotten very many of his intuitions. Perhaps that was because he’d been working with Aiden, learning to access and direct his magic. With no previous way out of him, maybe it had manifested itself however it could.

But now that he knew who she was, it seemed somehow obvious. Like he’d always known, although before it came out he had only been certain from the depth of himself, that Bailey’s mother was close.

What did he feel now? He searched, but found nothing except a sense of… foreboding.

“You’re right,” he said softly. He sucked in a breath, and gave Chloe and Frances both a weak smile. “I’ll catch up with you tomorrow. I should… see Thomas. Apologize for sending him away.”

“Good night,” Chloe told him.

Frances waved a hand dismissively, shooing him out of the caves.

He was nervous driving up to Rita’s house—her official house, outside of the strange, ancient cave—and tried to come up with a story to tell Thomas. It was exhausting just to think one up. Halfway there, he pulled over to the side of the road and tried to determine whether or not he should even go. It would be easier to just pull away. Thomas would be gone in a week, and then Avery wouldn’t have to lie.

It was the age old argument that he had with himself every time that Thomas was in town. With or without magic to complicate things. How close did he dare let Thomas get? How close did he dare let himself get to Thomas?

In the end, he started the car again, and finished the drive.

There was a light on in the house when he arrived, and he found Thomas inside, sitting at the kitchen table and reading a book. He looked up when Avery let himself in with the key that Thomas had given him years before.

“Did you find the girl?” Thomas asked. There was none of the irritation in his voice from before, when Avery had sent him away. Thomas was like that.

“No,” Avery said. “We didn’t. Aiden and Bailey are… still out looking.”

“You decided not to stay with them?” Thomas asked. He closed the book and laid it on the table, turning in his chair to watch Avery walk toward him.

Avery sighed, and sank into another chair, and then laid folded his arms on the table top and laid his head on them. “No,” he said. “They wanted me to come back, get some rest. Maybe take another shift or… something.”

His eyes were closed, but he heard the shifting of fabric and the creak of the chair before Thomas’ fingers stroked Avery’s hair. “Are you okay?”

“Not really,” Avery said.

“Let’s go to bed,” Thomas said.

Avery nodded, and pushed himself up straight. Thomas took his hand gently, and led him upstairs.

A night’s sleep didn’t do much for Avery’s mood, but it made him feel somewhat less drained. In the morning, he and Thomas showered and dressed, and left Rita’s old, creaking house for breakfast. Avery suggested the bakery.

They opted to walk—it was only a mile or so into town—and found Coven Grove’s streets surprisingly busy, given the circumstances; although it was still very quiet.

“So much tragedy has hit this town lately,” Thomas said as they approached the bakery, glancing at the people milling about town. “It’s got to be taking a toll.”

“It is,” Avery sighed. There was a boy sitting in the grass outside the bakery, picking at a dandelion, humming to himself—but even he looked morose.

Inside, Chloe and Aria were behind the counter. They both clocked Avery first, and then Thomas as the two men entered.

“What can we get you?” Aria asked, when Thomas and Avery reached the counter.

“The usual for me,” Avery said.

Thomas pursed his lips and looked at the glass case, and then ordered a black coffee and a breakfast loaf.

“Has anyone heard anything?” Avery asked. “About… Isabelle?”

Chloe cleared her throat, and shook her head.

“There’ll be another search today though, right?” Thomas asked.

“The Sheriff is already out,” Aria said. “The whole department.”

Something brushed past Avery’s knee, and he looked down to see a blond haired little girl scootching past him to get to the glass case. She stood in front of it, staring at the goodies behind the glass, humming to herself.

Avery frowned at that, but looked back up when Chloe delivered coffee and warmed pastries to the counter top. “Thank you,” he told her.

Thomas took his cup of coffee and raised it in thanks.

They took a table on the porch. It was too sunny outside. It seemed like it should have been overcast and gray, maybe even raining. Where was Oregon’s predictably dull coastal weather when it was appropriate?

“Will we catch up with the Sheriff’s department later?” Thomas asked between bites.

It was pointless, of course; Avery knew that. But simply abandoning the search would seem suspicious. He sipped his coffee and then nodded once. “Yeah. We can check in, see if they need anyone.” The boy in the lawn was still there, still picking at the same dandelion. There was a man seated at a bench on his phone a few yards away. The kid’s father, maybe.

Thomas followed Avery’s gaze, and smiled. “I guess life goes on, doesn’t it? Even when something like this happens.” He touched Avery’s hand where it rested on the table.

But Avery barely noticed. He was staring at the child. That intuition in his gut was suddenly stirring. Telling him… something. What? The boy picked at the flower.

Avery looked into the bakery through the window near them. The little girl was still in front of the bakery case. She didn’t touch the glass, and she didn’t move. She only swayed slightly as she watched her reflection in the glass.

“What’s wrong?” Thomas asked.

Avery didn’t answer. Instead he stood, and went to the boy in the grass. He knelt beside him, and watched him pluck at the dandelion. It was almost bereft of fluff. “What’s your name?” Avery asked.

The boy didn’t look up. He just kept plucking, and humming. The tune was haunting, pretty—like nothing Avery had heard before. It seemed like a sad tune, dulcet and discordant.

Avery looked to the boy’s father—he thought—and saw the man watching him. “How long has he been sitting here?” he asked.

The man shrugged, and then came to them. “Whatcha doing, bud?” he asked his son.

The boy didn’t respond. He only hummed, and plucked.

“Michael,” the boy’s father said, “I’m talking to you.”

No response. Avery’s heart began to pound.

Dad knelt, and touched his son’s shoulder, his smile beginning to falter. “Michael? Hey, kiddo—look at me. Michael?”

Avery stood, and walked back up the walkway to the bakery, and then inside. The little girl’s mother was already discovering a similar state, kneeling by her and beginning to get frantic.

Chloe and Aria both looked at Avery. “Something’s wrong,” he said. “There’s a boy outside. Same thing. Humming and… in some kind of trance.”

“What do I do?” The woman kneeling by the girl asked, panicking now.  She looked up, as though Avery might have an answer, but he only shook his head and took a step back.

“Call an ambulance,” Aria told Avery. “Get someone down here. There’s a boy outside? Where?”

“In the lawn, out front,” Avery said, and stood aside as Chloe brushed past him to get out there. She had the same gift as Bailey, he knew—maybe she could see something in the child’s mind that would give some hint about what was happening.

Thomas came in, hard faced until he saw the little girl. “What’s going on?”

Avery shook his head slowly, and tried to suck in breaths that wouldn’t come easily enough as he approached the phone hanging on the wall behind the counter. “I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t know… it’s the children. They’re… in trouble.”

The intuition in his gut blossomed, fully formed. This was Faerie work. What’s more—he felt certain it was happening because Aiden and Bailey had gone through the door.

He met Aria’s eyes before he dialed 911. She looked as terrified as he was. When he spoke, it was barely a whisper through a tightened throat. “What have we done, Aria?”

Chapter 11

Faerie wasn’t at all like Bailey had expected. The air felt thick with magic, but somehow lighter than the air from the other world. There was no friction to it. She felt it on her skin but it didn’t feel real. Like the memory of a breeze instead of the thing itself.

It was the same with Wendy. It wasn’t really her. It couldn’t be—and like Ryan’s Faerie twin, her features were just slightly wrong; her chin just a bit too pointed, along with her ears; her eyes that same flat, painted look.

“What is the meaning of this?” She asked in a whisper, staring at this Faerie version of her lost mother. She knew that it wasn’t Wendy. She knew that. But it didn’t stop her heart from aching.

Aiden rested a hand on Bailey’s shoulder. “Bailey…”

With a great effort, she unclenched her fists. Both Faeries were watching carefully, though their smiles were wide and unfailing.

“You… startled me,” Bailey said carefully. “I apologize for my ingraciousness. May I ask why you’ve chosen to appear… like this?”

Ryan lifted a too-long finger and waggled it side to side. “That would spoil everything, I’m afraid. Come. Come! You’ve traveled a long way. Let us walk a little and visit.” He turned then, and trotted off toward town. Wendy dipped her head, and followed him.

Aiden and Bailey hesitated a heartbeat, and then followed. Aiden bent his head toward her as they did. “They’re trying to rattle us,” he said. “Make us act rudely. Remember what the crones told us. We can’t afford to mess up.”

“I know,” Bailey breathed. “I just didn’t expect…” she watched Wendy. She even moved like the woman Bailey remembered. “Who else is potentially here?”

“It’s not her,” Aiden said. “This is all just appearances; Faerie games. Remember that.”

“I will,” Bailey insisted.

Wendy and Ryan slowed to let the their guests catch up. When they did, Aiden spoke while Bailey got a hold of herself.

“If you wouldn’t mind a little chat while we visit the town,” Aiden said, “we’re here looking for someone. A little girl, named Isabelle. Have you by chance seen her hereabouts?”

Ryan gave him a sly look. “There’s time enough for everything.”

“There’s to be a fair!” Wendy said, and clapped her hands. “You’re lucky you came to town when you did. Here in Coven Grove, we have the most wonderful fairs.”

Aiden withdrew a bit, and they walked in relative silence the rest of the way into the heart of Coven Grove. It was broken only by Ryan and Wendy’s humming. The tune was familiar—not the same as the one the little boy from the tour group had been humming, but similar in theme.

“That music,” Bailey asked, “what is it? It’s very pretty.”

Wendy glanced at her, and smiled. “You know the tune, Bailey-Bee. I used to sing it to you.”

Wendy—the real Wendy—had done no such thing. Bailey shivered, and took Aiden’s hand again.

To the smallest detail this town was identical—including the bakery where the coven ladies worked. However, although Bailey saw familiar faces among the people that wandered here and there—no one drove, and most everyone was barefoot—in the Faerie facsimile of Grovey Goodies the women were not twins to Aria, Chloe, and Frances. Not even close—they were familiar, Bailey thought, but drawn from among the thousands that lived in coven grove.

“Not everyone fits in here,” Ryan muttered, and winked at her when Bailey’s frown showed her confusion. “Some are easy and some are difficult. You see?”

She didn’t, but she nodded absently none the less.

The women in the bakery might not have looked like the coven ladies, but they were similar in shape and had the same coloring. One was shorter, plump and blond, like Aria; one was drawn and graying, with sharp features like Frances; the other was petite of frame and brunette with a hint of red, like Chloe.

The Chloe-like Faerie offered Aiden and Bailey both muffins, which they took. They shared quick check-in with one another, and didn’t need to say anything to come to the agreement. Accepting any food here was a risky proposition. In some stories, Bailey recalled, eating food in Faerie was a one way ticket to trouble.

Still, they smiled and gave their thanks, and Ryan and Wendy took them to a table to sit.

“Does this place… does it always look like this?” Bailey asked as kindly as she could. “It’s very pretty. Is this what it really looks like?”

Ryan chuckled, and waved a hand around. “Of course this is what it really looks like.”

“Your eyes do work,” Wendy said, concerned. “Don’t they, dear?”

Bailey shifted a bit, and avoided looking at her deceased mother. “They do, yes. Thank you for you concern.”

Wendy patted her on the arm reassuringly.

The door to the bakery swung open, and through it marched a heavyset man—was that supposed to be Sheriff Larson?—who surveyed the room and tipped his wide brimmed hat to Bailey and Aiden. “Welcome.”

“Thank you,” Bailey said at the same time Aiden did.

The Sheriff turned to the ladies behind the counter, who looked worried for some reason. They paused what they were doing as he approached. “Ladies,” he said.

“How can we help you, Sheriff?” Faerie-Frances asked, her voice trembling slightly as she did.

“I’m sure you ladies have spoken with Mr. Carson recently?” The Sheriff asked.

“We have,” Faerie-Chloe said. “And we declined his generous offer.”

“That is what I heard,” the Sheriff said slowly. “He filled me in.”

“So why are you here?” Faerie-Aria asked.

The Sheriff walked along the counter, and then the bakery case, trailing his fingers from one end to the other. “Just making sure there was no trouble I need to know about is all. I like to check in. Keep an eye on things. As the Sheriff.”

Bailey noticed Ryan’s face twist just a little with something like irritation, but the expression lasted hardly long enough to catch it. A moment, later, the Sheriff turned to leave, checking a gold pocket watch as he did.

“Someone wants to… buy the bakery?” Bailey wondered out loud, sharing her confusion with Aiden, who seemed to be just as confused. She looked at Ryan. “I’m sorry again, if I’m not understanding something but…” She couldn’t think how to phrase the question in a way that was sure to be inoffensive. Why did Faeries need to worry about buying and selling businesses in a place that was so obviously fabricated for her and Aiden’s benefit?

From behind the counter, she heard the women talking quietly.

“What do you think it means?” One of them asked. “The Sheriff? I bet he’s in league with Carson.”

“Don’t be silly, Aria,” Faerie-Frances muttered. “Carson doesn’t need the Sheriff on his side. The bakery’s going downhill anyway. All he has to do is wait and we’ll have to close. We should have taken his offer.”

“My mother and her mother ran this business,” Faerie-Chloe snapped. “I’m not going to just give it up because Carson waves a little bit of money around. He can wait, if he wants to; we could always turn it around.”

Bailey noticed Ryan watching her, and her cheeks flushed. Did eavesdropping rate as impolite around here?

Aiden fortunately caught Ryan’s attention before there were consequences. “I realize there is plenty of time ahead of us, and I think you for your generous hospitality. I must ask again, however, about the young girl we came here to find. It’s very important to us to know that she is… at ease, wherever she is. Is she here? In Coven Grove? In this town?”

Ryan plucked a bit of muffin from the table, and put it in his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully for a long moment, and then looked at Wendy. The two smiled at one another and then turned back to Bailey and Aiden. “Of course,” he said finally. “After all, Coven Grove is her home, isn’t it? You will see her, perhaps. But…” He leaned forward and waved a finger around. “Only if you pay close attention.”

“To what?” Bailey asked.

Ryan smiled. “Everything. To the game.”

“Forgive me,” Aiden said earnestly, “I didn’t realize. May I ask what game we’re playing?”

Ryan leaned back in his chair, and tilted his head just to one side. “It’s a little late for that, isn’t it? Come now, you really must start paying… attention.” He tapped the side of his nose, and winked.