Witch Is When I Said Goodbye (A Witch P.I. Mystery Book 10) by Adele Abbott Page B

meet with him. The crafty little madam!
    “You want to meet with Luther?”
    “Is he your accountant?” She feigned surprise. “I hadn’t realised.”
    Yeah right! This woman could lie for England.
    “I’m sure you hadn’t. I’ll have a word with him, and ask him to contact you. What’s your office phone number?”
    “It would probably be easier to get him to call at my flat.”
    I bet.
    “But surely, you want to keep this official, Miss Longbottom?”
    “I’m not investigating Luther—err—I mean Mr Stone, so it will be okay.”
    “I just bet it will.”
    “Sorry?”
    “I said, I’ll be happy to ask him to get in touch with you.”
    “Good.” She stood up. “Hopefully, he’ll be able to resolve this issue to my satisfaction.”
    “I’m sure Luther will do his best to satisfy you.”
    At least she had the good grace to blush as she left.
     
    What a conniving little minx!
    After Betty had gone, Mrs V came into my office.
    “I’m sorry about that, Jill. I forgot all about it.”
    “It doesn’t matter.”
    “Is there a problem?”
    “Hopefully not. She actually lives in the same block of flats as me.”
    “Who? The tax inspector woman?”
    “Yes, we’re meant to be friends.”
    “She didn’t act very friendly.”
    “I know. I’ve helped her out on a number of occasions, and yet all she’s ever done in return is attack me with sea creatures, and now go after my taxes.”
    “Sea creatures?”
    “It’s a long story. I won’t bore you with it.”
     
    ***
     
    I’d had a phone call from Pearl. She’d asked me to meet her and Amber straight away outside Bar Electra in Candlefield town centre. What were those two up to this time? Nothing good, I’d wager.
    I magicked myself over there.
    “What’s going on?”
    “Shush!” Amber put a finger to her lips. “Look who’s in there.”
    Seated at the bar was Sebastian who for once was alone.
    “We have a cunning plan.” Amber grinned.
    Oh dear.
    “You two wait here,” Pearl said. “I’m going in.”
    Amber and I stayed outside and watched. Sebastian greeted Pearl with a smile and a peck on the cheek, as she sat on the stool next to him.
    “What’s going on Amber?” I whispered.
    “I called him earlier, and told him that I’d meet him here. He thinks Pearl is me.”
    “Let me get this straight. He thinks that’s you in there?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Okay, so what happens next?”
    “Just watch.”
    It was Amber’s turn to walk into the bar. As she did, I cast the ‘listen’ spell, so I could hear what was being said. She walked straight up to Sebastian and Pearl.
    “Sebastian! How could you!” I had no idea Amber was such an accomplished actor. “What are you doing with Pearl?”
    He looked at the twin who was sitting next to him. “Pearl? But, I thought you were Amber.”
    “Why did you arrange to meet Amber?” Pearl said. “I thought you and I were an item?”
    “Wait a minute!” Amber interrupted. “I thought you and I were seeing one another?”
    “I—err—you—err—I.” He glanced back and forth between the two of them. The twins had him totally flustered.
    While he was still in a state of confusion, Amber picked up his drink, and poured it over his head. Pearl did likewise with her drink. When the two of them came out of the bar, they were both red in the face from laughing.
    “That’ll teach him to cheat on us.” Pearl sounded indignant.
    “Yes. It’s terrible what he did,” Amber said.
    How very self-righteous the two of them were. And how very two-faced! Apparently, the fact that both of them had been cheating on their fiancés didn’t count.
     
    ***
     
    Back in Washbridge, I’d just climbed into my car when my phone rang. It was Mrs V.
    “Jill, have you heard?”
    “Heard what?”
    “They’ve arrested Wanda Moore for the murders.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “It was on the news just now.”
    “Right. I’ll try to get hold of Tom Hawk to find out exactly what’s happened.”
    I made the