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“Nonsense! I don’t need a woman to have or show interest in me. I need no one! My life is devoted to ridding the earth of evil women who use their devilish magic to ruin the world.”
“You need a good therapist,” said Noa. “I can recommend one to you if you don’t have one. This is the twenty-first century. It’s been proven that the witch trials were nothing more than ignorant, fearful people using religion as a weapon to kill innocent women whom they didn’t like.”
“I’m as sane as the next man, and none of those women were innocent. Or men,” he said, staring at them. “They were all guilty of working with the devil to cause harm. I can prove it. And I. Am. Sane.”
“Not in my book, buddy.”
“You are wod,” said Noah. The man stared at him, then pulled out his phone, searching for the word. Noah just smirked in his direction.
“I am not mad! And who uses a Viking word that no longer exists? You’re a witch as well!”
“It obviously does exist if you’ve found it on the internet,” said Suzette. “Look, whatever your reasons for being here, leave us in peace. Our mother and father are dead and buried. There is no reason for you to be anywhere near me or my sisters.”
“You and your sisters inherited your mother’s evil witchcraft. I will destroy you all.”
“You come within two feet of any of these women, and I will ensure that your body is never found,” said Noah.
“I was going to say three feet, but I can deal with two,” said Rory, nodding at his friend.
“This is illegal. You are harassing me!”
“Actually, it’s not illegal,” said Nine. “We own this diner, and we can serve who we like, or refuse service should we decide that person isn’t welcome. You are not welcome.”
“Fine. Fine! But you can’t stop me. I will hunt all of them down.”
“And you will die,” said Noa. Hopkins backed up to the door, raising his phone in the air and laughing.
“Ah hah! I have that recorded. You threatened me,” he said triumphantly.
“No, we didn’t,” said Camille. He hit the playback button on his phone and heard nothing but static.
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “No, I recorded the entire thing. Witchcraft. This is witchcraft.”
“No, asshole,” said Nine. “It’s called technology. We don’t allow photographs or recording in the diner.”
“This changes nothing. I will find them, and I will kill them. I will kill them all!” He literally ran from the diner, jumping into his small rental car and taking off as if they were chasing him.
“He needs to die,” said Noah.
“Agree,” said Rory. Nine nodded with a frown, knowing he couldn’t grant their wish just yet.
“That might be, but we need to find out about the women who are missing or dead. I am sure their families would like to know what happened to them, and they deserve to have some sort of peace, wherever they are.
“There’s no doubt our little friend there is off his rocker, and I think we can prove that. In the meantime, you and your sisters need to remain on property until we can find those other women. If we can pin the murders on him, it would be better in the long run.”
“Longer but better,” said Suzette.
“Whose side are you on?” smirked Nine.
“Always yours, Nine. Always.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“I’m sorry, but you’re out of money,” said his attorney. “There is nothing left in your accounts of any consequence.”
“Nonsense! I inherited everything from my parents,” he said loudly, loud enough for those around him at the restaurant to hear.
“Actually, in his last few weeks of life, your father changed the distribution of the contents of his will.”
