3
Witchy Wanderings
The policeman asked his questions, and Veronica answered as best she could. Unfortunately, she was the only one at the store the night before and that morning, and she hadn’t made any sales, although plenty of people had come in to look. Still, as she said to the cop, the tourists all blended together once the season picked up, and she couldn’t really give a clear description of anyone. And her sister had gone to bed early.
“That’s fine,” he said. “I’ll ask your fellow shopkeepers. It’s too bad your sister can’t alibi you.”
She narrowed her eyes, but he’d already turned to me. I wondered if he’d transform into a newt later.
“And what’s your name?”
“Kyra Ellison.”
“Do you work here?”
Veronica gave me a pleading look, and the hard shell I thought I’d wrapped aroun
