A Murder Most Rosy: Supernatural Witch Cozy Mystery (Harper “Foxxy” Beck Series Book 3) by Raven Snow Page A
Authors: Raven Snow
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out?”
“In trouble again, Harper Foxx Beck?” She sounded mad only for a second, and then she laughed. “You remind me of myself at your age.”
Right, and when was that again? “How terrifying.”
We hung up without any drawn out goodbyes— or really, any goodbyes at all.
Chapter Five
I woke up the next morning to find Wyatt gone. Allowing myself a moment of ignoring the world, I buried my head under the blankets and breathed in the luxury of sleep. About two seconds after I started that, a knock sounded on the door.
“Eh?” The noise I made didn’t sound completely human, so I asked, “Who dares disturb my slumber?”
“My dad said I shouldn’t let you sleep all day,” was the muffled response.
Grumbling about my boyfriend, I threw on some fresh clothes and met Cooper out in the hall. His brown hair was messy from sleep, and he was still in his PJs.
“Don’t you have school or something?”
We walked downstairs where two bowls of chocolate were waiting for us. “They’re having a parent-teacher thing today about how to deal with death.”
“Should I be going to that?” I winced as the extremely sugary grains hit my tongue.
He shrugged. “Dad didn’t.”
I’d take that as a positive sign for skipping.
Instead of helping Cooper with his homework, I convinced him to play video games all day. It took more cajoling than one would imagine, but it was worth it to see the kid doing something normal for a change— like slacking and procrastinating.
Just when he was starting to gain some ground in our mortal combat, the door burst open and Wyatt came through, looking very pale and harrowed. When he saw us sitting in the kitchen, he almost slumped against the wall, seeming to breathe for the first time in a while.
I walked up to him, opening my sassy mouth to ask what was wrong with him. His arms lifted me from the ground in an aggressive sort of hug that took away my breath as well. The moment he put me down, he was on a path toward the kitchen.
I followed and watched as he gave Cooper the same treatment, the boy's feet leaving the ground. After a long moment, he set his son back down and ruffled his hair in a carefully casual way.
"We've been here all day." Was he mad about my skipping the parent-teacher thing about grief? Because Cooper seemed fine, and I sure didn't need any tips. I was practically a professional griever.
He opened his mouth and then shut it. "Good."
"Oh, no it's not," I said, shoving him into a seat at the kitchen table. "You were sweating bullets when you walked through that door. Spill."
Grabbing my hand, he made me sit next to him. Cooper joined a second later, looking at his dad with comically large eyes. I wondered if this was the first time he'd seen him lose his cool. It wasn't mine, but that was due to the fact that I was usually the cause.
"There was... a break-in at the morgue," he said, his face pale. "I thought— I'm just glad you're here."
"You thought I broke into the morgue?"
My voice was mild, because it really wasn't beyond the realm of possibility. If I'd thought that Kara's body could tell me anything about her murder or murderer, I would have. As it was, I wasn't a medical examiner and could only pick up so much from a body I'd already seen when fresh.
"It's bigger than that, Harper." He let out a shaky breath. "Someone stole Kara's body."
A crime that most definitely would have landed me in jail if I'd committed it— nothing Wyatt could've done to protect me. His concern made sense now, even if I was a little miffed about it.
"I wouldn't steal a body," I told him, nose in the air.
"Right, because you're above breaking the law," he said. "But it's more than that. I was
“In trouble again, Harper Foxx Beck?” She sounded mad only for a second, and then she laughed. “You remind me of myself at your age.”
Right, and when was that again? “How terrifying.”
We hung up without any drawn out goodbyes— or really, any goodbyes at all.
Chapter Five
I woke up the next morning to find Wyatt gone. Allowing myself a moment of ignoring the world, I buried my head under the blankets and breathed in the luxury of sleep. About two seconds after I started that, a knock sounded on the door.
“Eh?” The noise I made didn’t sound completely human, so I asked, “Who dares disturb my slumber?”
“My dad said I shouldn’t let you sleep all day,” was the muffled response.
Grumbling about my boyfriend, I threw on some fresh clothes and met Cooper out in the hall. His brown hair was messy from sleep, and he was still in his PJs.
“Don’t you have school or something?”
We walked downstairs where two bowls of chocolate were waiting for us. “They’re having a parent-teacher thing today about how to deal with death.”
“Should I be going to that?” I winced as the extremely sugary grains hit my tongue.
He shrugged. “Dad didn’t.”
I’d take that as a positive sign for skipping.
Instead of helping Cooper with his homework, I convinced him to play video games all day. It took more cajoling than one would imagine, but it was worth it to see the kid doing something normal for a change— like slacking and procrastinating.
Just when he was starting to gain some ground in our mortal combat, the door burst open and Wyatt came through, looking very pale and harrowed. When he saw us sitting in the kitchen, he almost slumped against the wall, seeming to breathe for the first time in a while.
I walked up to him, opening my sassy mouth to ask what was wrong with him. His arms lifted me from the ground in an aggressive sort of hug that took away my breath as well. The moment he put me down, he was on a path toward the kitchen.
I followed and watched as he gave Cooper the same treatment, the boy's feet leaving the ground. After a long moment, he set his son back down and ruffled his hair in a carefully casual way.
"We've been here all day." Was he mad about my skipping the parent-teacher thing about grief? Because Cooper seemed fine, and I sure didn't need any tips. I was practically a professional griever.
He opened his mouth and then shut it. "Good."
"Oh, no it's not," I said, shoving him into a seat at the kitchen table. "You were sweating bullets when you walked through that door. Spill."
Grabbing my hand, he made me sit next to him. Cooper joined a second later, looking at his dad with comically large eyes. I wondered if this was the first time he'd seen him lose his cool. It wasn't mine, but that was due to the fact that I was usually the cause.
"There was... a break-in at the morgue," he said, his face pale. "I thought— I'm just glad you're here."
"You thought I broke into the morgue?"
My voice was mild, because it really wasn't beyond the realm of possibility. If I'd thought that Kara's body could tell me anything about her murder or murderer, I would have. As it was, I wasn't a medical examiner and could only pick up so much from a body I'd already seen when fresh.
"It's bigger than that, Harper." He let out a shaky breath. "Someone stole Kara's body."
A crime that most definitely would have landed me in jail if I'd committed it— nothing Wyatt could've done to protect me. His concern made sense now, even if I was a little miffed about it.
"I wouldn't steal a body," I told him, nose in the air.
"Right, because you're above breaking the law," he said. "But it's more than that. I was
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