Page 40 of Your Every Wish
“Because you knew about the key.”
“Lucky guess, I suppose.” She unsuccessfully tries to hide a smirk.
“What’s with the coy act, Misty? Just tell me where the suitcase is.”
“A little desperate, are you?” Sweet Susie Homemaker with the welcome signs moonlights as a dragon.
“Is this because I don’t believe you’re a witch?”
“Whatever are you talking about?”
I want to sayCut the shit, Misty, but the last thing I want to do is alienate her. My gut tells me she either knows where the money is or, at the very least, she knows how to find it.
She disappears again and this time returns with a plate of cheese and crackers, even though we ate only an hour ago.
“That key couldn’t have been a lucky guess.” I pin her with a look. “So that only leaves one explanation.”
“And what would that be, dear?”
“Someone told you about the key.”
“No one told me about the key, Kennedy. Before you and your sister left this afternoon, it came to me. I saw it. It’s as simple as that.”
“What do you mean you ‘saw it’? Like in a vision?” As if she expects me to believe this nonsense.
“Something like that, yes. But if you don’t believe, you don’t believe.”
“What about a vision of the suitcase? Is there a chance you can find where it is?”
She shoots me a dirty look. “It doesn’t work that way.”
“How does it work, then?” I’m willing to humor her if it means finding Willy’s money.
“I see things sometimes and I can also make things happen.”
“Like what?”
She glances at my untouched glass. “You don’t like the wine? I can get you red if you prefer.”
“No, this is great.” I take a big gulp to prove it. “Like what?” I ask again.
“It’s difficult to explain and it doesn’t always work. But from the moment I met you girls it came on strong. I could see things.”
“Like what? Give me an example.”
“What’s the point if you’re set on believing I’m a charlatan?”
“I never said that.”
“In your own way you did. Don’t worry, it doesn’t offend me. I get it all the time. Half the people here think it’s a hat trick. The other half probably assume I’m crazy.”
“Honestly, you seem like one of the sanest people here. You and Liam—and Harry, kind of. That guy . . . what’s his name again? Never mind, it doesn’t matter. But the one with the cowboy hat who lives on the other side of the rock wall. He’s crazier than a loon. Rondi.” I make the nutso sign by twirling my finger around my temple. “And the guy with the bird sanctuary in his yard . . . cuckoo for sure.”
Misty laughs. “None of them is as crazy as you think. Just a little different.”
“If you say so. So, what did you see when you first met us?”
“A girl who’s running from the law and a girl who’s running toward a man who doesn’t deserve her.”
