Fall under the spell of Keira and Ryker as they work together find the killer behind the brutal deaths of Salem's Crossroads Coven.
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Dr. Keira Wynter, an Anthropology professor and expert in the occult, is called in to assist with an invest...
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"And you're sure she's your sister?" asked Ryker as they peeled out of the driveway northward, at a breakneck speed.
Keira held onto the now well-worn passenger handle and focused on the task at hand. While she guessed that Ryker secretly hoped the missing witches was unrelated to the deaths of the others, she didn't harbor any such wishful thinking.
There was no doubt in her mind that the Order would find and destroy every witch in Salem if they had to. If they couldn't flush out the rest of the coven, they would eliminate anyone who could possibly be a threat.
"Beatrice's one of our more colourful locals," Ryker said, breaking into her thoughts.
"That's one of the remaining Crossroads Coven members Deacon was talking about?"
"Uhm," Ryker said, nodding. "She's lives alone with at least fifty cats. The neighbours are always up in arms about the noise and the mess. The last few years my deputies have refused to serve her with the court orders to get rid of them. Each time, when one of them would turn up, they would end up having some sort of ailment or calamity afterwards."
"Those poor neighbours. They must be overrun by cats."
He chuckled and glanced across at her. "No. I had to take care of it."
"So what does she do to you when you deliver the bad news?"
"Nothing."
Keira's brows knitted together. "I thought you said—"
"Give me credit for some brains," he said, cutting her off. "I'm not going to put myself in harm's way. Instead of serving her with the papers, I just took the flea bags."
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When they pulled up to the old house, Keira had to admit Ryker wasn't kidding when he warned her the place was run down. She was surprised the walls were still standing. The paint, long since able to hold to the cracked and damaged weatherboard, had let go and had peeled in layers. A quick glance at the roof showed that more than one roof shingle was missing.
