“Yes, when the time is right.”When the hell that’ll be, I don’t know.
She seemed to relax, so he opened the heavy front door and held it for her. Pausing at the bottom of the stairs, she said, “Well, thanks for your…help.”
“I’m really sorry.”
“No need to apologize. I didn’t really know what would happen. I took a chance, and it didn’t work out.” She sighed. “Back to the drawing board.”
“You know who might be able to help you with Reginald more than I can?”
“Who?”
“Roz. She has a way of drawing people out. I’ve heard her deal with different delicate situations very calmly and non-judgmentally. Plus she knows what kind of evidence is admissible in court. I think she’d be perfect.”
“Is she home?”
“Why don’t we find out? I told her I’d call on her today anyway. Oh, and just so you know, I’m going to tell her I got fired from my…um, job.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to do it anymore.”
“Why not just say you quit?”
“Because I really don’t want to go back to it.”
Morgaine laid a hand on his arm. “I admire that. Will she believe you?”
He shrugged. “She has no reason not to.”
“Okay. Give it a try.” Morgaine waited behind him while Konrad lifted the brass door knocker and rapped on Roz’s door.
She opened it and beamed up into his smiling face.
“Good afternoon, ma’am. May I interest you in buying some magazines today?”
“Only if you deliver them in person, naked, holding a bottle of Champagne,” she said and gave him a come-hither look. She stepped back and opened the door wider.
Clearing her throat, Morgaine said, “Dottie has rules about public nudity, but it wouldn’t bother me.”
Roz glanced into the hall and gasped when she realized they weren’t alone.
Konrad cringed. “Uh, sorry. I should have said that Morgaine’s waiting to ask you something.”
“Oops.” Roz blushed.
When Morgaine stepped forward, she said, “Don’t be embarrassed. I think it’s cute when couples flirt.”
Roz let out a small giggle and said, “Come in, both of you. Have a seat.”
Morgaine sat on Roz’s antique-looking couch, while Konrad wandered around and looked at her things. He didn’t figure her for an antique buff. An old roll-top desk. A tall wooden cabinet with a glass panel holding thick tomes that he assumed were law books. Lots of fragile-looking furniture he wouldn’t dare put his full weight on.
“Can I get you guys anything to drink?”
“No, thanks,” Morgaine said.
Roz sat next to her on the sofa. “So…what did you want to ask me?”
“I guess I should start at the beginning. I’m a psychic witch and a medium.”
