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I focused on listening. “I don’t hear anything.”
“It sounds like laughter.”
Reaching into my pocket, I said, “Hold on, I need to take this call.”
It wasn’t until I was staring down at my phone in my hand that I realized it wasn’t ringing. When it did, I jumped, nearly dropping the phone.
“What in the hell?”
I answered the phone and cautiously said, “Hello?”
“Lucas, it’s Hannah from the Gable’s dig.”
“Oh, hey Hannah, what’s going on?”
“We have the doll out.”
My eyes widened. “I’m on my way.”
I hung up and looked at Matt. “I need to go. They got the doll out.”
He straightened. “Hey, can I come? I don’t have any meetings for the rest of the afternoon. I’d love to see an actual dig site.”
“Sure, come on. I need to get there quickly.”
The drive to the site only took a few minutes. The house was on the outside border of modern Salem. During the short drive, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I’d known my phone was about to ring. Ever since I’d married Hollie, the strangest things had been happening to me. Now it seemed like I could sense something before it even happened.
Hollie’s words from dinner replayed in my mind. A witch? There was no way. Or was there?
“I could go for an apple pie,” Matt randomly said. “I just got a legit craving for it.”
Laughing, I pulled in and parked. “Stop at Salem Pie House and get one on the way home.”
He nodded. “I might do that.”
“Remember, don’t touch anything while you’re here.”
“I won’t.”
As we walked toward the site, I noticed someone sitting at a table nearby.
“Would either of you be interested in an apple pie?” the woman asked with a smile. “We’re having a bakery fundraiser for the Salem Witch Museum.”
Matt nearly sprinted over to her. “I was just telling my friend I wanted apple pie!”
She smiled up at him and slid him a piece that was wrapped in plastic.
Matt gave her a twenty. “Keep the change since it’s for a good cause.”
I frowned while he made his way back over to me, removing the wrapper and picking up the pie as he walked. He took a large bite, closed his eyes, and moaned in delight.
“Good?” I asked.
“Best apple pie of my life.”
“You do realize you just donated to the Salem Witch Museum, Matt, don’t you?”
He paused a moment then said, “It’s still part of our history, right?”
