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Authors: Kimberly Frost

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A gold disc hung from a gold chain collar around his neck. I lifted the disc.
Mercutio
was engraved on the front. And his birthday on the back. Mercutio was seven months old.

I petted his damp fur. “You’re very impressive. At seven months all I could do was hold my head up.”

He meowed.

Boy, he was cute. And courageous. And cute.

Maybe I’d keep him for a little while or forever.

“Let’s go see what he took. Then I’ll call the sheriff.” Mercutio watched me walk toward the stairs, then bounded up them ahead of me, favoring his left side a little. The burglar had limped worse, I thought with a satisfied smile.
My kitty cat kicks ass.

The doors of the jewelry chest were open, but the drawers were closed. I opened them one by one. My earrings and my class ring from high school were still in the top drawer. The string of pearls from my grandmother was untouched in the second drawer, but Aunt Melanie’s magic gemstones and crystals from the third drawer were gone, and the bottom drawer was empty. The bastard had taken my spells. Now how the hell was I going to tell the sheriff about this?

 

 

 

I spoke to the sheriff, who was strangely quiet, like too much crime had happened in too short a time and he’d had to leave a zombie in his place while he took a Mexican vacation. When he wasn’t looking I checked out the pulse in his neck. Yep, beating. Not a zombie then, just playing one in Duvall.

I didn’t tell him about the spells. I just said some gems and crystals and some important paperwork was taken. He grunted that he understood and said he’d look into it when he got a chance.

“You know, if you were still married to Zach, this never would’ve happened.”

“Why not, Sheriff? They broke into your house. Doesn’t seem like having a lawman around helps all that much,” I said, giving him a wide-eyed and innocent look.

He scowled. “I wasn’t home when they showed up. You can bet things would’ve been different if I had been. Now, you lock all your doors behind me.”

It was clear that he wasn’t going to be a lot of help anytime soon, and his deputies were all out doing their thing, so I was still on my own.

What a way to start a Monday morning. I made a snack and discussed the case with Mercutio. He ate every bit of his ham and eggs and was more attentive than Zach had been for most of our thirteen-month marriage.

Some country whoop-ass music came on, and Mercutio skidded around me in circles while I danced in the middle of the hardwood floor where I’d rolled the rug back. Dancing cheers me up, and Mercutio seemed to like it, too. For Zach to dance like that would have taken a court order or drinkin’ half a bottle of Glenfiddle at a wedding. Mercutio, I decided, was nearly the perfect male, and I wondered what kind of spell it would take to turn him into a man. As I ran out of steam, I collapsed on the couch, giggling as Mercutio played a game of attacking the glass coffee table.

That night I slept with the lights on until Zach woke me up at eleven thirty in the morning by pounding on the door like he planned to knock it down. My hair hung in my eyes, which I’m sure is part of the reason why I didn’t spot Merc on top of the tall bureau that stands next to the door.

When Zach came in, Mercutio sprung Hollywood-stuntmanstyle and landed on Zach’s head and shoulder, making a vicious one-pawed swipe across the back of Zach’s neck.

Zach howled and flung Merc across the entryway, but Mercutio landed light-pawed and unfazed. He swiveled to face Zach. I blinked, openmouthed with surprise. Mercutio’s the size of a tabby cat, but he doesn’t seem to know that. And he’s a baby and impressionable, so I didn’t think it was a good idea to encourage him, especially since Zach can be pretty ornery.

“Not nice,” I said to Mercutio, but was drowned out by Zach.

“What the fuck?”

Zach ran a hand over his neck and came away with a smear of red. “Whose is that? I’m gonna skin him alive.”

I walked over and took a look at Zach’s neck. The wound wasn’t deep, but I bet it stung. “No, you’re not. He’s mine,” I said. “It’s just a scratch. I’ll get the peroxide.”

Zach growled at Mercutio, who hissed back.

“Hey, cut that out,” I said to them. “Settle down, Zach. He only jumped on you ’cause he doesn’t know you.”
I think.
“And you come banging on the door like you’re going to kick it in. You woke him up.”

“He’s going back to wherever you got him.”

That clinched it. Now I was a permanent cat owner. I put my fists on my hips. “He stays.”

“You don’t even like cats.”

“He’s not a cat.”

“Oh, no?” Zach asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

“He’s a superhero in a cat suit. He protects me. He’s in disguise.”

“Well, I hope he’s faster than a speeding bullet ’cause he jumps on me again, and I’m gonna introduce him to one.”

I rolled my eyes. “Come on to the sink so I can clean that.”

“He better have all his shots.”

I nodded, wondering what shots cats need.

“He does, right?”

“Uh-huh.”
Probably
. As far as I knew, Bryn Lyons wouldn’t give me a cat full of diseases, but then he was on that list of nine. Hmm. I’d be really pissed if people started dying of distemper.

Zach took off his shirt and stood bare-chested with his police belt hanging around his narrow hips and looking like the opening scene of a pornographic video, or what I imagined would be the opening scene of one since I’ve never actually had the nerve to rent one.

Zach leaned over the sink, and I washed the back of his neck gently while he grumbled.

“All right,” I said. “Done.”

“Now, where the hell were you last night?” Zach demanded.

“Why?”

“Just answer the question.”

“I guess you didn’t talk to your boss then?”

“ ’Bout what?” he asked, rubbing the water off his shoulders with a dish towel.

“For your information, I was home, getting my house broken into while you were probably out drinking with your brothers.”

“Tammy Jo—”

“I don’t want to hear it,” I snapped. “Mercutio was here and probably saved me from getting raped and murdered in my bed. Now, I want to know what you’re doing to catch the guy who stole my locket and broke in here last night.”

“What makes you think it was the same guy?”

“Well, it doesn’t take a genius to know that it’s the same crook. I don’t think all this breaking and entering is unrelated. Do you?”

He grinned. “No, I don’t suppose I do, but we’ve still got to look at the facts. What was taken?”

“Just some crystals from the jewelry cabinet. He might have thought they were gemstones. He got scared off before he got a chance to do anything else.”

Zach nodded, serious again. “And you didn’t go out last night before or after it happened? You didn’t go by Doc Barnaby’s?”

“No, I didn’t. You couldn’t drag me there. Why? Did someone else he poisoned throw a rock through his window?”

“Not exactly.”

“Well, what then?”

“Come take a ride with me. We can pick up your car when we’re done. The bumper’s fixed.”

I slipped on my flip-flops with the orange silk roses and glanced at Mercutio. My house didn’t feel totally safe, and I didn’t want to leave him behind to face things alone. “C’mon, Mercutio.”

“Hell no,” Zach said, buttoning his shirt back up.

“He’ll sit with me,” I said, opening the front door. Mercutio, who had been reclining on the countertop, hopped down and streaked past. I smiled, knowing Zach wasn’t going to chase him down.

“What kind of cat is that? I’ve never seen a house cat with that many spots,” Zach said suspiciously.

Hmm. Neither had I. “Oh, I can’t remember exactly what the lady said.” I didn’t think it would be a good idea to tell Zach I’d gotten Mercutio from Bryn Lyons. Zach wouldn’t be keen on my getting presents from another man.

“What lady? Where did you get him?”

“Never you mind about my cat.” I climbed into the squad car, and Merc hopped onto my lap and curled into a sleek ball, closing his eyes.

Zach got in, still eyeing Merc suspiciously. He started the car. “How old is he?”

“Um, seven months, I think. I’m sorry about the scratch. We didn’t get much sleep, and I don’t think he’s a morning cat.”

We rode down the block to Dr. Barnaby’s, and Zach led me to the backyard. The hammock I’d slept in was shredded and had been ripped from one tree, a hunk of bark missing from where it had been anchored.

“What in the world?” I mumbled and looked at Zach, who was watching me closely like he thought I might have had a lot of spare time and an ax and a straight razor for company the night before. “It wasn’t me.”

Merc slinked over to the tatters and hissed. He pawed the canvas and backed away.

“It wasn’t Mercutio either. As you can tell, he doesn’t approve.”

We walked to the back door of the house, which was splintered and gaping. A wave of dread rose up inside me. It tasted a lot like bile.

“My gosh! Is Doc Barnaby okay?”

Zach nodded. “He wasn’t home when it happened. He was visiting his wife’s grave. Lucky for him or today he’d be getting buried with her.”

I followed Zach inside. The house was wrecked. Furniture and papers had been tossed about, glass and china smashed.

I walked to the overturned dining room table. It probably weighed more than a hundred pounds. I glanced at it and then at Zach. “And you wanted to know if I did this? You think I maybe drank a few steroid mochas and went crazy?”

“Dr. Barnaby thought you might have been involved. And I asked him why you would be if he hadn’t done anything to you.”

“Exactly.”

“He didn’t have a good answer. I thought we could all sit down and sort things out.”

I passed Zach, exploring the house until I found Dr. Barnaby in the guest room, sitting on the torn mattress of a daybed. The stuffing from a shredded cotton comforter covered the room like snow. The remnants of Mrs. Barnaby’s doll collection were scattered over the floor, and Dr. Barnaby looked as shell-shocked as the sheriff had. What would happen to Duvall if its men all went to pieces?

I noticed Dr. Barnaby’s face was streaked with dried tears, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t feel sorry for him. When he saw me, he shook his head.

“I deserved it. I know I did, but did you have to mess with her things?”

“I didn’t do this. How could I do this?” I asked, stepping over broken dolly parts to get to him. It was like a kiddie crime scene and somehow more sinister because of it. I sat down next to the doc and put an arm around his shoulders.

He broke down and cried. “I just wanted her back. That’s all I wanted. I only took two drops of blood and four strands of your hair. You wouldn’t even miss them.”

“You’re sure right. I don’t miss them,” I said and pulled off the Band-Aid and showed him my fingertip. “You can’t even see where you pricked me. No harm done.”

“I’m sure sorry about the tea. I hated to do it, but I didn’t think you’d let me try to bring her back.”

“She wouldn’t come back the way you want.”

“No, she didn’t.”

I gasped. “You did a spell already? And something happened?”

He nodded.

“Could she—Maybe she came home and was confused,” I said, looking around at the destruction. I’d heard ghouls were strong, and it took a person with special powers over the dead, which Doc Barnaby wasn’t, to control one. He’d raised her, and now she was on the loose without anyone to stop her. Jiminy Freakin’ Crickets! What the hell were we going to do?

“No, she ran off toward the distilleries. I drove straight home, and the house was already like this.”

“Did you mix the ingredients here?”

He nodded.

“What about the incantation?”

“Part of it here and some of it in the cemetery.”

“Where in the Sam Houston did you figure out what to do?”

“I read it in a book.”

“Good grief,” I said with a shake of my head. Most spells wouldn’t work for the average person, but with some of my witch blood and in the middle of a town with a powerful tor, who the heck knew what would happen? Well, apparently now we knew exactly what could happen.

“Did you do any part of the spell in the yard?” I asked, thinking of the hammock.

“No. Tammy Jo, I need more blood, just a few drops so I can put her back.”

“We’ll need some help, I think. We want to do that right.”

“Yes, we do,” he said.

“I’ll come back in a few hours. Just take it easy until then. And whatever you do, no more spells.”

I got up. Zach stood with his arms folded across his chest, shaking his head.

I walked toward the door, and he fell in step with me for a few paces. “The guy’s looney toons. I’m sorry as hell I didn’t believe you yesterday.”

“It’s okay. Nobody’s perfect,” I said. “Least of all, you.”

He barked out a laugh.

“Let’s go get my car,” I said.

“That’ll have to wait. I’ve gotta arrest him and take him in. It’ll probably take me an hour to get the paperwork done.”

“Arrest him for what?”

“Poisoning you.”

“Oh, I’m not goin’ to press charges. He’s sorry enough.”

“Tammy Jo, the man is dangerous. He’s delusional, and I’m
gonna
lock him up.”

“All righty, good luck with that then. But I don’t know how you’ll prove anything, seein’ as how I’m not going to be able to make a statement on account of my head being pretty fuzzy about what happened and all.” I held my head like I was dizzy and then let my hands drop. “Now, come on. I’ve got things to do, and I need my car.”

I walked away from Zach as he sputtered, “Girl, what has gotten into you?”

I found Mercutio stationed on an overturned table in the center of everything. His head moved side to side and those big eyes watched all the doorways.

“Will you look at that,” I said to myself. I shook my head as I got to him and scooped him up. “When we’re done fighting evil, I’m gonna buy you a big box of catnip.”

I didn’t let Zach convince me to go to the station with him. And I ignored his lecture about how I shouldn’t have gone along with Dr. Barnaby’s delusion by acting like he really had raised his wife from the dead. I wondered if Zach might sing a different tune when a partly decomposed Mrs. Barnaby started raiding farms. I wasn’t sure what ghouls like to eat, but I think, like most undead things, they go for blood. I wasn’t sure she’d be strong enough to take down a cow, but you can count on the fact that the chickens wouldn’t be safe.

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