Fatal Fairies (Renaissance Faire Mystery Book 8) by Joyce Lavene, Jim Lavene

Chase back to the Village.
    I made it out of the Main Gate, going through the small employee’s door on the side as visitors began to pour into the Village. In the parking lot I faced my greatest dilemma—this was the version of me that didn’t have a car.
    My heart sank like a stone in the sea of all my hopes.
    Where was that pesky fairy godmother when I needed her?
    I saw Chase’s silver BMW, and my hopes rose again. Though I couldn’t go to the castle and look for his keys, I knew where he kept a spare.
    Bending carefully so I wouldn’t mess up my skirt, I felt under the trunk, and there was his magnetic key holder. Flushed with success, I unlocked the car and got inside. I didn’t think it would impress anyone at the police station that I was driving an expensive car that could belong to a lawyer, but it might impress Chase that I’d brought it to him.
    Besides, I didn’t want to ride the bus.
    I’d driven the car a few times since we were married. It was simple to start and drive out of the parking lot. At every red light between the Village and the police station, I looked in the mirror and assured myself that I looked like a lawyer.
    I would have Chase out of there in no time. It could be something wonderful as it had been when he’d rescued me and taken me in his arms.
    The police station was in the same place. I parked at the curb, exactly where Chase had parked when he’d come to save me. I took a deep breath and adjusted my glasses. Chase’s briefcase was in the backseat, like always. I picked it up, got out, and locked the door.
    I was going to get my man and bring him home.
    Like many good resolutions, it was easier said than done.
    The desk sergeant wanted to see my ID. I made a show of searching in the briefcase and then pretended to realize I’d left my pocketbook at home. It wasn’t that hard. I was used to being different personalities at the Village. Pretending to be a lawyer wasn’t a big deal. I talked with the woman at the front desk. She was very understanding.
    Besides, if I wasn’t Chase’s lawyer, how would I know he was there?
    In the end, despite a mini interrogation by Detective Almond—who didn’t recognize me—they weren’t going to arrest Chase anyway. When they were finished questioning him, I walked in with the briefcase looking serious and ready to stand my ground.
    It had been different when Chase had come for me. He had ID and dramatically broke into my interview with Detective Almond. They weren’t holding me that day either, but I’d been scared and alone. It had been wonderful to see his friendly face.
    Unfortunately, he wasn’t wearing his friendly face when I walked into the interrogation room. He was gathering his ID and getting ready to leave. I smiled when he looked up.
    He glanced away with a frown. “What do you want, Jessie? Haven’t you done enough damage for today?”
    No pulling me into his arms as his hero or rushing to commend me on how clever I was to find a way to help him.
    “I came to get you out.”
    “They never planned on arresting me. Thanks anyway.” He stared hard at the briefcase. “Is that mine?”
    “Yes. I thought it would add to the effect. I’m supposed to be a lawyer—your lawyer. I knew you needed someone. I was the best person for the job.”
    “Maybe next time it would be better not to incriminate me to the investigating officer in the first place,” he suggested, picking up his briefcase.
    “That’s not what I meant when I talked to him, Chase.”
    “That’s the way he took it, Jessie.”
    He walked out of the room, past the curious stares of the police officers. He was still wearing his tight leather Ren Faire clothes and boots.
    I followed quickly behind him, trying to maintain my persona as his legal defense. The desk sergeant smiled and waved as I walked out the front door. At least I’d made one friend.
    Chase stopped abruptly when he saw his BMW parked outside the station.
    “Did you drive this