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Don’t bother locking your doors. This Foe can find you anywhere.
Monique Collins formed Psychic Pieces to make the world a safer place. Instead, she attracted the attention of a powerful psychic force bent on beating Monique and unleashing havoc on The Village of Moon Lake and The City of South Bend, Indiana. To save the town and Psychic Pieces she must face her foe psychic to psychic. It’s a battle she doubts she can win, but she must try in order to protect the lives of her friends and family.
Horse rustling, murder, betrayal, and magic combine to create a nightmare the whole town experiences.
Take the women from the “Big Valley,” stir with the witches of “Bewitched’, add a little “Ghost and Mrs. Muir” and a dash of “Mr. Ed.” Coat with a modern flair. The women of the Moon Lake Supernatural Cozy Mystery series appear. Something for everyone: Western, Sweet Romance, sharp-shooting amateur detective women sleuths, A Psychic, and Ghosts.
Make sure you read all the way to “THE END.”
“C’mon. Answer the darn phone.” Monique Collins yelled into the phone. “I’ve got life or death information here. How can 911 be busy?”
How long could it take for the dispatcher to answer? She paced across her temporary office in Great Aunt Lois Collin’s old family farmhouse.
Finally, it rang.
“911. What’s your emergency?”
“I need to report a mass shooting.”
“On the new boardwalk in South Bend, Indiana.”
“Ma’am that boardwalk isn’t open yet.”
“I know. The soft opening is in an hour. It will happen shortly after.”
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t know.”
“How do you know?”
“My name is Monique Collins. I am the owner of Psychic Pieces, a network of psychics. We’ve formed an impression. There will be chaos at the opening.”
“Of course, you did. Thanks for your information.”
A dead tone was coming. She could feel it. “Wait, don’t hang up. This is legit.”
“Sure it is. Goodbye.” The phone went dead.
The wood planks under her feet paled with each irritated pace. It was so frustrating. She knew he’d be there. Armed with heavy assault weapons. He intended to kill.
“Ohhhhhh!” Monique threw the phone across the room. It landed on a throw pillow.
“That isn’t going to help, my friend,” Axl, the male half of Moon Lake’s bobcat couple said climbing through the attic window from his perch in the Sycamore tree.
“I know. I’m just frustrated.”
Walking around the chaise, she picked up the phone. “I’ll try the State Police.”
They answered on the second ring.
“Hello, it’s a matter of life and death. I must talk to Captain Brown right now.”
“May I tell him who is calling?”
“Sure. My name is Monique Collins with Psychic Pieces. He’s acquainted with my work.”
“I am sorry ma’am he is unavailable. If you leave your contact information, I’ll have him return your call at his earliest convenience.”
“Inconvenience him. And do it now. This is a matter of life and death.”
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll have him call.” The phone disconnected.
Him calling was as likely as cows flying.
She raked through her long red hair. “Axl, why are people, such idiots?”
Axl hopped onto the chaise and patted her shoulder with his paw. “I’ve been asking myself that same question for years.”
She was already dialing Pete’s boss. What good was a fiancé who worked as a detective if you couldn’t call his boss to stop a massacre? She looked at her watch. Forty-five minutes before the boardwalk launched.
“Hello, this is Monique Collins, Pete Wicks’ fiancée. It is imperative I speak to Captain Zook. Life and death urgent.”
“I am so sorry, Monique, he is in a meeting. I cannot disturb him.”
“Well disturb him anyway. This truly is life and death.”
“I would, but we’ve had a terrible day. Be glad he isn’t taking calls from you or your cousin. Let me put you through to dispatch.”
Her stomach clenched. Somebody on Pete and Link’s detail must have been hurt. Pete and Link were in Idaho. Wonder if it happened there. A cop’s wife. She was going to be a cop’s wife soon. Would she ever get used to wondering if Pete would come home at night?
Can’t think about that right now. She threw down the phone and searched for her purse.
“What do you think you are doing, my friend?”
The cat and his endless questions could be super annoying sometimes.
“What I should have done fifteen minutes ago. I am going to stop that guy from killing a passel of people.”
She pulled her gun from her purse and tucked it into her waistband.
“I didn’t need this drama today. I need to get my act together. The Man and Machine Conference is next weekend. My presentation is a mess.”
Axl wrapped his front paws around her arm. “My friend, don’t go alone.”
Oh, that cat! “Axl, I have to. This is a crazy idea, I know. I don’t want anyone else along if this goes wonkers.”
“It will go wonkers if you go alone. Take me with you.”
An image of people running and some idiot shooting Axl flashed on her mental screen. “No, definitely not. If you go, someone might shoot you on sight for no better reason than to hang you on their wall.”
“Then take Syd and Elle.”
“No, just me. Don’t you dare tell them. Not unless you feel something happens they need to know about. In that case, tell the family before the news broadcasts it. Promise me, Axl.”
Axl rubbed his hind legs together. “I do not like it.”
“Axl, I haven’t got time to argue with you. I need your promise. I need it now.”
The big cat scratched his legs again. “Promise.”
Axl had become her faithful companion since The Menace encounter. She had come to love the large exasperating cat. Ruffling the back of his ears, Monique kissed his nose. “Stay here.”
Before he had time to react, she closed and locked the door, and ran down the stairs out to the car.
Checking her rear-view mirror, Axl had already jumped out the window. He landed on his favorite branch. It wouldn’t be long, and the furry critter would hightail it over to Sydney. But at least she’d have a head start.