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“Officer Dawson?” Tamzin says. “How can he help?”

“I don’t know,” Cora says. “But solving mysteries is his job, right?”

“You don’t think he’ll be weirded out by, you know, the demon?” Tamzin asks.

“The man believes in aliens,” Cora says. “A demon isn’t going to faze him.”

“Okay, fine.” Tamzin checks her watch. “But I have to run home for a meeting in… Oh, crap!”

“What is it?” I ask.

“Bella’s violin is in my trunk!”

CHAPTER 8

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” I say to Jane, the woman I’m supposed to be designing a website for.

“It’s no problem,” Jane kindly says on my computer screen. Since I work from home, my clients are all over the world and we usually meet on Zoom.

“My daughter left her violin in my trunk, so I had to run it over to her. Of course, I only remembered when I was already on my way home to this meeting.”

Jane laughs. “That’s how it always is. I actually have a kid home sick today. But he’s asleep right now.” She looks over the top of her glasses at me. “And it looks like you have a guest.”

I look over my shoulder and about jump out of my skin. Damon is standing right behind me. “Get out of here,” I hiss at him.

“Why? Can’t I meet your friend?”

“She’s not my friend; it’s a business meeting,” I try to whisper but obviously fail.

“Oh. Okay,” Jane says, sounding dejected. Did she think we were friends? I mean, we are friendly, and she sent Bella a Christmas gift this past year, and I’ve told her all about my struggles since my husband died, and—Oh, crap. I made a friend and I didn’t even know it.

“Sorry, sorry, Jane.” I try to push Damon out of the room, but he is solid as a rock. “I didn’t mean that. I just have a very unwelcome houseguest.”

“Hi, Jane,” Damon says, bending over where she can see him in the camera.

“Oh! Well, hello, there,” Jane says, giving Damon a finger wave. “Well, if you are unwelcome at Tamzin’s house, you can always come to mine.”

“No, Jane. Believe me, you don’t want that.” I tug on Damon’s arm, trying to get him away from the computer.

“I just might take you up on that offer, Jane,” Damon says. Jane giggles like a schoolgirl.

I slap Damon’s arm a few times. He stands up and chuckles. “What?” he asks innocently.

“Get out of here!” I say again. “I’m trying to work.”

“Fine,” he says with a sigh. “Very nice to meet you, Jane. I can’t wait until next time.”

“Same here, Damon. And I love the horns.”

I hear him giggling—cackling?—as he leaves the room and closes the door behind him. But I know he won’t go far.

“Wowzah, Tamzin,” Jane says. “Who is that guy? He’s hot!”

“Hot as the bowels of hell,” I mutter to myself.

“What was that?” she asks.

“Nothing,” I say, clearing my throat and trying to get into a professional frame of mind. “I just have those mockups we talked about last time.”

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