The Witch Is Dead
An Ophelia and Abby Mystery
Chapter One
Tink stood with her nose pressed to the large plate-glass window, then whirled around, her thin face a picture of excitement. "Look," she said. "Do you think that's Aunt Dot's plane?"
From where I sat next to Abby, I searched Tink's face to see any lingering signs of last night's vision. Her eyes seemed clear, not shadowed as they had been. Her smile seemed real, not forced. Relieved, I smiled back. "It should be landing soon." I glanced at my watch, then up at the large monitor showing the arrival times of flights. "It's three-thirty now, and the flight from Raleigh is supposed to arrive at 4:05."
Tink turned away and went back to her vigil. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Abby studying me, her face mirroring the conste ... read full excerpt from Witch Is Dead, The ebook