“Hey, me too,” I told her.“Have you watched that roommates one?”
“Yes,” Faith said, standing up and grabbing my arm.“Can you imagine living with that one guy?”She shivered.“He gave me nightmares.”
A woman in the group said, “That one really freaked me out too.Did you watch the Nightstalker one?”
Faith squeaked and hid her eyes behind her hands.“I couldn’t sleep.My mom made me promise to stop watching them.”
Mom held up a hand.“Perhaps we could table this discussion for later?”She pointed at Catherine.“We need to get her out of here and into police custody.”
“Right, right.Sorry.”I nudged Faith with my elbow.“We’ll talk later.”
I held up my gloves and wiggled my fingers.“Prints aren’t an issue for me, but I see your point.”I turned to Bracken.“You and I could move that car.”
He considered, then nodded, patting Faith on the shoulder.“We won’t need to get in it and drive.We’ll relocate the car.”
The eyes of the people around us widened at that.The woman who’d left earlier returned with a bottle of vodka she held with a dishtowel.
“Okay, come on, Catherine.”I flicked my fingers and she was floating, still unconscious, toward us.
There were a couple of gasps, but most seemed totally into helping us ditch a body.
The woman handed me the bottle and said, “I can show you where her car is parked.”
“Perfect.Thank you.”I paused and speared Miranda with a look.“I mean it.Don’t fuck with us.”
“Arwyn.”
“Sorry, Mom.”I gave Miranda one last dirty look, though.
Mom grabbed my backpack for me and wrapped an arm around Faith.She wasn’t letting anything happen to her niece.“Your parents are going to be so angry with me,” she was muttering.“I promised them nothing would happen to you.”
“And nothing did, Aunt Sybil.I’m fine.”
Catherine floated in between Mom and Faith and Bracken and me.As we left the dining room, I realized everyone was following.
I nudged Bracken.“We’re going to have an audience for this.”
He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye.“Then we better make it good.”
FORTY-THREE
And for Our Finale, We’re Going to…
As we walked outside, I whispered to Bracken, “Cameras?”I knew he’d hear me, and he did.
His fingers swirled.He paused then nodded.“Phones and security cameras are off.”
Thank goodness.The last thing we needed was for people to share videos of Bracken and me committing crimes.
In no time at all, we got Catherine in her vehicle, seat belted, with her handprints on the vodka bottle.We’d tipped a bit in her mouth.Because she sucks so much, I also dumped some down her clothes.I put the bottle in her cup holder, then hit the ignition button on the car.She did in fact have her keys on her because it started right up.
We double-checked everything, closed the door, and stepped away.
“There was a turnout we passed,” Bracken said.“It’s back maybe a quarter mile on this road.”
I considered a moment.“We have to go there and spell the car to come to us.”I looked at Mom, who was standing near us.“It’s like the teacups I spelled onto the dining table.Someone could have been gesturing and one of my cups would have been hit and broken.I needed to see what I was doing to be safe.”
Bracken nodded.“You’re right.I can picture what the turnout looked like when we passed it, but what if there’s another car there now, or a child playing, a dog being walked?We need to be there to make sure no one is injured.”
