“No,” I tell him. “I need you to trust me.”
“I trust you.” His eyes go to Gemma, and I know he’s confused. But the less he knows, the better. Gemma and I went over the plan, and it’s a bit of a Hail Mary, but I think it’ll work. And if it doesn’t…it’s back to the drawing board.
“You can trust her.” I shift my gaze to meet Gemma’s. “I do.” Folding the papers Nick gave me, I call Gemma and put my phone in my purse once she answers. She’ll be listening, and will alert Nick when it’s time.
I get out of the car and briskly walk across the street. Trevor Harris is at home, bored and alone, according to his Instagram stories at least. I push my hair over my shoulder and knock on his door. The TV is on and it’s so loud I’m not sure he can hear me.
I knock again, and this time the volume on the TV goes down. A few seconds later, Trevor opens the door.
“Can I help you?” he asks.
“No, but you can help someone else.” I give him my best sexy smile.
His eyebrows go up and his gaze drops to my chest. “I have no idea what you mean.”
“Can I come in?”
“Uh, sure.” He steps aside and I move in, looking around the house. It’s messy and cluttered, and some sort of football video game has come to a standstill on the TV. The door shuts and locks behind me. If I didn’t have the power to summon fire, I’d be sweating right about now.
I unfold the papers and pull a crystal from my pocket. I press the two together, getting ready to whisper the concealment charm.
“Is Lynn home?” I ask.
His eyes widen. “Lynn?”
“Yes. Lynn. She said she’d be home later.”
“That’s not possible.”
“Why not?” I ask.
He puts on a good show, closing his eyes in a slow blink and dropping his head. “She…she passed away.”
“Funny,” I say, not missing a beat. “I saw her this afternoon. She gave me your address. I’m writing an article about the local waterfalls.”
“This isn’t funny.” His eyes flash. “Who put you up to this?”
“No one. So…Lynn isn’t home?”
“Listen, lady,” he says through gritted teeth, and rushes me. I back up, pinning myself against the wall. He raises his hand, pointing a finger in my face. “This isn’t fucking funny.”
“You know what’s not funny? Killing your girlfriend and making it look like an accident.”
Trevor balls his fist and tries to hit me. I move out of the way and mutter the spell. The concealment charm ripples through me and I disappear from his sight.
“What the?” He spins around, looking for me.
Oh my God, it’s working even better than I thought. I’m completely invisible. Slowly, I move to the other side of the room.
“You pushed her,” I whisper.
Trevor’s nostrils flare. “Who the fuck are you?”
“A friend of Lynn’s.”
I slink behind a chair and give it a shove. Trevor jumps, hands raised, ready to fight.
“Admit it. You pushed her.”
