Chapter 17
I blinked away my awareness of her magic as the woman strode towards me. I think it was a spell; she was deliberately trying to dazzle me so I couldn't see her.
A handy spell if you ran with gangsters. Anyone asking for a description of the suspect gets nothing useful back. A woman, average height and weight, hair that was maybe blonde or brown, no distinguishing features. Nothing that would ever lead anyone back to her.
But I squinted until I did see her. Blond hair in a bob with the curls arranged to frame her face just so, eyes of an icy shade of blue that was quite distinctive, a little mole just below the corner of one eye.
"Little witch," she said as she stopped walking to stand over me.
I realized I was shading my eyes as I looked up at her and forced my hand back do
