Page 31 of Bright Dark Curses

I shut my mouth and let Dru work her magic.

“It’s a vintage clothing store,” Dru said.

“Sounds cool.”

Dru gave him a look that said of course it’s cool. Have you seen me? “It’ll make a profit within the year.”

Ah, the dream.

Wyatt studied Dru closely, then nodded. “I have no problems with that. If I go, you got my vote.”

“Thank you.” Dru’s voice was so regal, I half expected her to lift one of her hands for Wyatt to kiss. Although, if I were her, I’d be questioning where those lips had been.

“It’s no problem. You want anything else?”

Dru tapped her fingernails on the counter. They had grown pointy tips while keeping their shimmering purple coat. Magic could really do wonders. “I could use some information.”

Wyatt crossed his arms. “What kind of information?” He glanced my way. “Does it have something to do with her?”

I almost checked if I had something gross hanging from my jacket, the way he said that last word.

“We’re looking for Craig Turner. Someone told us you might know where he’s hanging out nowadays.” She gave the room a slow look over, clearly indicating she thought Turner might be one of Wyatt’s customers.

“Turner? Haven’t heard that name in years.”

“You worked together a while back, right?”

“We did.” His mouth curled into an ugly twist. “Why?”

“I want to contact him.”

He huffed. “Good luck with that.”

Dru’s nails stilled. “Why’s that?”

“Got arrested or something, then moved away.”

“Away where?”

“How would I know? Away. Haven’t heard from him since.”

“When was that?”

“Years ago. Now, order something or stop bugging me.”

It was Dru’s turn to narrow her eyes.

Clearly, Dru’s charm could only go so far. Gingerly, I hooked my hand around her elbow and tugged her away from the counter.

“Thank you so much, Wyatt,” I said. “Always a pleasure to do business with you?—”

He pointed at the exit. “Out!”

We went out, Rufus growling the whole way.

“Phew,” I said. “That was close.”

“Close to what, getting your butt handed to you?”

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