she said. “I had a mom in here a while ago asking about the new Auntie Pim. I have her number. Now I’ll be able to call her back and— Oh, hello.” She was clearly surprised to notice that Devin wasn’t alone.
“Devin! Who is this?” she asked.
“Rocky. Um, Rocky Rockwell,” Devin said.
She’d probably already forgotten the “Craig” part, he thought.
Rocky took Beth’s hand in a firm grip and said it was a pleasure to meet her.
“A friend from Boston?” Beth asked.
Before Devin could answer, Rocky seized on the opportunity.
“Yes. And Devin has told me that you have the best shop in town.”
Beth flushed, while Devin stood silent.
“Thank you, and welcome to Salem,” Beth said. “I hope you enjoy our city.”
“Thank you. Your store looks to be as wonderful as Devin said.”
“Thank you again. And where are you from, Rocky?” Beth asked him.
He grinned—charmingly, he hoped. “Peabody.”
Beth laughed. “Of course you are. No one who isn’t ever says it right.”
While the rest of the world pronounced all the syllables, locals said it more like Peab’dy.
“Small world,” Beth went on, delighted. “I wonder if we ever met at a concert or something, somewhere along the line.”
“He’s older than we are,” Devin said. “And he’s been gone a long time. He and I never knew each other locally, either. Until now.” She blushed. “I mean, he’s here now.”
“Oh,” Beth said. “Ohh.”
Clearly she had heard an implication of intimacy that Devin had never intended. Rocky was amused. Devin wasn’t. But Beth quickly went on to other matters.
“Devin, you have to be careful. Have you seen the news? Another young woman has been killed. They haven’t identified her yet, but...it sounded as if she was found not far from your house.”
“Yes, I know,” Devin said.
“Want to come and stay with me?” Beth asked her. “I mean, I live right here in the middle of the city. A lot safer, don’t you think?”
“I’m okay right now. But thank you for the invitation.”
“I guess you need to be home in the cottage to write. I mean, Auntie Pim is Mina. Did you ever meet her, Rocky?”
“No, I’m sorry to say that I didn’t,” Rocky said.
“That’s too bad. She was a remarkable woman.” She turned back to her friend. “Devin, please be careful,” Beth urged.
“I will be. I promise.”
“Buy some pepper spray or something.”
“I’ll think about it.”
They were interrupted as two women, one noticeably tall and the other much shorter, walked toward them from the back of the store. The tall woman appeared to be about fifty. She had shoulder-length snow-white hair that curved around an attractive face and wore a black dress that fell to the ground. The other woman was clutching a number of shopping bags. She thanked her companion, waved cheerfully to them at the counter and left the shop.
“Hello,” the white-haired woman said as she walked over to Devin and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Delighted to see you. Did you bring books?”
“Yes, I brought the box,” Devin said.
She didn’t get a chance to introduce Rocky, because Beth stepped in.
“Gayle Alden, this is Rocky Rockwell, a friend of Devin’s. Rocky, Gayle is one of the two best mediums in the city. The other, of course, is my other employee, Theo Hastings, but Theo is off today.”
“How do you do?” Gayle said politely, then turned to Beth with a twinkle in her eye. “I don’t suppose he’s here for a reading, is he?”
“Actually, I’m here about a piece of jewelry Devin bought from you,” Rocky said.
“The silver pentagram. Or pentacle—whatever you choose to call it,” Beth said. “Technically, it’s a pentagram when it’s just the symbol and a pentacle when the star has the circle around it, but people mostly just say pentagram these days.”
Rocky smiled. “Whatever you call it, it’s a beautiful piece.”
“I’m sold out for the moment. They go as
“Devin! Who is this?” she asked.
“Rocky. Um, Rocky Rockwell,” Devin said.
She’d probably already forgotten the “Craig” part, he thought.
Rocky took Beth’s hand in a firm grip and said it was a pleasure to meet her.
“A friend from Boston?” Beth asked.
Before Devin could answer, Rocky seized on the opportunity.
“Yes. And Devin has told me that you have the best shop in town.”
Beth flushed, while Devin stood silent.
“Thank you, and welcome to Salem,” Beth said. “I hope you enjoy our city.”
“Thank you. Your store looks to be as wonderful as Devin said.”
“Thank you again. And where are you from, Rocky?” Beth asked him.
He grinned—charmingly, he hoped. “Peabody.”
Beth laughed. “Of course you are. No one who isn’t ever says it right.”
While the rest of the world pronounced all the syllables, locals said it more like Peab’dy.
“Small world,” Beth went on, delighted. “I wonder if we ever met at a concert or something, somewhere along the line.”
“He’s older than we are,” Devin said. “And he’s been gone a long time. He and I never knew each other locally, either. Until now.” She blushed. “I mean, he’s here now.”
“Oh,” Beth said. “Ohh.”
Clearly she had heard an implication of intimacy that Devin had never intended. Rocky was amused. Devin wasn’t. But Beth quickly went on to other matters.
“Devin, you have to be careful. Have you seen the news? Another young woman has been killed. They haven’t identified her yet, but...it sounded as if she was found not far from your house.”
“Yes, I know,” Devin said.
“Want to come and stay with me?” Beth asked her. “I mean, I live right here in the middle of the city. A lot safer, don’t you think?”
“I’m okay right now. But thank you for the invitation.”
“I guess you need to be home in the cottage to write. I mean, Auntie Pim is Mina. Did you ever meet her, Rocky?”
“No, I’m sorry to say that I didn’t,” Rocky said.
“That’s too bad. She was a remarkable woman.” She turned back to her friend. “Devin, please be careful,” Beth urged.
“I will be. I promise.”
“Buy some pepper spray or something.”
“I’ll think about it.”
They were interrupted as two women, one noticeably tall and the other much shorter, walked toward them from the back of the store. The tall woman appeared to be about fifty. She had shoulder-length snow-white hair that curved around an attractive face and wore a black dress that fell to the ground. The other woman was clutching a number of shopping bags. She thanked her companion, waved cheerfully to them at the counter and left the shop.
“Hello,” the white-haired woman said as she walked over to Devin and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Delighted to see you. Did you bring books?”
“Yes, I brought the box,” Devin said.
She didn’t get a chance to introduce Rocky, because Beth stepped in.
“Gayle Alden, this is Rocky Rockwell, a friend of Devin’s. Rocky, Gayle is one of the two best mediums in the city. The other, of course, is my other employee, Theo Hastings, but Theo is off today.”
“How do you do?” Gayle said politely, then turned to Beth with a twinkle in her eye. “I don’t suppose he’s here for a reading, is he?”
“Actually, I’m here about a piece of jewelry Devin bought from you,” Rocky said.
“The silver pentagram. Or pentacle—whatever you choose to call it,” Beth said. “Technically, it’s a pentagram when it’s just the symbol and a pentacle when the star has the circle around it, but people mostly just say pentagram these days.”
Rocky smiled. “Whatever you call it, it’s a beautiful piece.”
“I’m sold out for the moment. They go as
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