4 Witching On A Star

by Amanda M. Lee

  “We’re not alone,” Karen conceded. “It’s a big operation. That’s why it’s so profitable. We’re not the only boat.”

  “I figured.”

  “What’s important now, though, is where Thistle and Clove are. Why don’t you tell us that now so we can get on with this?”

  “I don’t know where they are,” I shrugged. “We separated at the dock. For all I know, they could be back at the inn now.”

  “You think they would just abandon you and leave you out here?”

  “We’re not all that close,” I replied blithely.

  “Oh, please,” Karen scoffed. “You three share a brain. It’s ridiculous.”

  “We don’t share a brain,” I challenged.

  “Not for long, that’s for sure,” Karen agreed. She turned to Dean decisively. “We need to find out where the other two troublemakers are.”

  “She won’t talk,” Dean said. “I told you something was up when I had dinner with them earlier. They were acting odd – even for them. I thought it might have something to do with that Sam guy – but I was nervous when that Fed wasn’t around. Aren’t you glad that I thought ahead and got us a little insurance?”

  I didn’t like the sound of that one bit.

  “Actually, I am,” Karen agreed. “They’re going to come in handy.”

  “Who?”

  “Why don’t you go and get our other guests and we can all have a little conversation together?” Karen suggested.

  “Gladly,” Dean turned on his heel and stalked out of the room.

  I watched Karen warily. I was debating about whether or not I could take her – and keep the kids safe – when I heard a sound that stopped my heart.

  “You take your hands off me right now! You have no idea what I’m capable of! I will turn you into a bug and squash you with my own foot – and then I’ll feed you to my pet scorpion.”

  “You didn’t,” I moaned.

  Karen smirked. “No, I didn’t. Dean on the other hand, well, he took advantage of the two of them being outside by themselves. They were pretty easy to incapacitate,” Karen continued. “What with them being so old and all.”

  I clenched my jaw grimly when I heard the scuffle outside the door. When Dean pushed Aunt Tillie and Kenneth into the room, I wasn’t surprised.

  “What are you doing here?” Aunt Tillie looked flabbergasted.

  “I could ask you the same thing,” I replied blandly. “Well, this just sucks.”

  “Feels rather normal to me,” Aunt Tillie sniffed. “It’s like we’ve been here before.”

  “That doesn’t mean I like it,” I grumbled.

  “It will be fine,” Aunt Tillie responded calmly. “Trust me. These people aren’t a threat to us.”

  “Now,” Dean said, stepping back into the room. “Let’s talk about where your cousins are. And then we’ll talk about exactly what kind of threat we really are.”

  I didn’t overtly flinch when Dean pulled a knife out of his pocket, but internally my heart started pounding.

  Crap. Crap. Crap.

  Thirty-Seven

  “So, I’m guessing when you got yourself into this mess you didn’t exactly think things through?” Aunt Tillie was angry.

  “You’re in the same mess I am,” I reminded her.

  “I was kidnapped by a crazy man,” Aunt Tillie corrected me. “And he came up behind me and cheated, and this was after he complimented our cooking to throw me off his trail, so that doesn’t really count. You climbed on this boat alone and by yourself. That makes you queen of the stupids.”

  “I knew there were kids on here,” I complained bitterly. “I was trying to help.”

  “Good job.”

  “Will you just shut up,” Karen ordered. She was sitting on a crate by the still-open door. Dean had left the room to find Thistle and Clove, but not before leaving Karen with a loaded gun and a lot of time to think. “Just shut up, all of you.”

  “I didn’t say anything,” Kenneth offered helpfully. He was sitting on the floor with the kids grouped around him while Aunt Tillie and I had positioned ourselves a few feet in front of the rest of the group.

  “Well, keep it up,” Karen said blithely.

  “Did you have any idea she was involved in this?” Aunt Tillie asked, narrowing her eyes at Karen evilly.

  “I had no idea either of them were involved in it,” I admitted. “I just knew there was a boat out here with kids on it. The only thing I knew about her was that I saw her talking to Sam on the street – and that made me suspicious. Other than that, though, I only knew about the boat.”

  “How did you know that? Erika?”

  “Yeah,” I sighed.

  “Who is Erika?” Karen asked darkly. “Let me guess, another cousin I have to round up?”

  “Yes,” Aunt Tillie replied with as much sallow distaste as she could muster. “I think that’s a good thing for you to do. You go and find Erika and kill her and we’ll wait here.”

  Karen furrowed her perfectly manicured brow. “You want me to go and kill someone?”

  “Erika,” Aunt Tillie said. “She’s evil. You’ll get along.”

  “She’s not evil,” I argued. “That’s a really ugly thing to say.”

  “This is all her fault,” Aunt Tillie said. “If she hadn’t found you and realized what an easy mark you were, we wouldn’t be here.”

  “Easy mark? Like you could have told her no.”

  “I could have told her no,” Aunt Tillie sniffed. “I’m meaner than you.”

  “You’re not as mean as you pretend to be.”

  “Apparently you don’t know me at all,” Aunt Tillie lamented. “I’m mean, really mean,” she said pointedly, tilting her chin in Karen’s direction.

  “I’m still confused who Erika is,” Karen said. “If she’s the one that caused this whole situation, then we’re going to have to find her.”

  “Good luck with that,” Aunt Tillie said.

  Karen got to her feet threateningly. “I don’t think I like your attitude.”

  Aunt Tillie wasn’t impressed. The gun Karen was waving around wasn’t exactly filling her with fear – although I was on the fence about it. “I know I don’t like your attitude,” Aunt Tillie said.

  “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “You’re a bitch.”

  I shook my head tiredly. “Really? That’s the way you’re going to approach this?”

  “I only know one way to approach things,” Aunt Tillie shot back. “The right way.”

  “How do you live with her?” Karen muttered, plopping back down on the crate. “It’s no wonder the three of them are so screwed up when you’re their role model.”

  Aunt Tillie pursed her lips angrily. “And who was your role model? Mrs. Hannigan?”

  “Who?” Karen looked confused.

  “Watch a movie,” Aunt Tillie scowled. “At least my girls aren’t kidnapping children and chaining them in a boat and giving them to Hecate knows who for profit.”

  “I’m a capitalist, what can I say?” Karen looked unconcerned with the comment. “You wouldn’t believe how few people want to hire a decorator – and when they do, they don’t want to pay me.”

  “Maybe you’re just a bad decorator,” Aunt Tillie suggested.

  “You know this is out of hand now, right?” I turned to Karen searchingly, trying to pull her focus off of Aunt Tillie. “You can still save yourself in this mess.”

  “Oh, yeah? How does that work?”

  “We’ll tell the police you helped us save the kids,” I offered, although it was an empty promise. “You would get consideration for that.”

  “Consideration? You mean I’ll get life in prison instead of the death penalty? That doesn’t sound like a win to me,” Karen replied snottily.

  “Michigan doesn’t have the death penalty,” Kenneth interjected.

  “Yeah, but she’s transporting kids through international waters,” I replied distractedly. “That makes the case federal �
�� and the feds don’t like child-trafficking pricks. They like killing them.”

  Karen glowered at me.

  “That’s not helping,” Aunt Tillie said through gritted teeth.

  “Maybe you’re not as dumb as you look,” Karen smiled at Aunt Tillie. It was an ugly and mean smile, but a smile nonetheless.

  “I wouldn’t be so sure,” Aunt Tillie challenged. “I miss the days of public dismemberment in the square. I think that’s what you deserve.”

  “Oh, well, that’s helping,” I scoffed.

  We all jumped when the metal door opened again and Thistle and Clove tumbled into the room, followed closely by an aggravated Dean. Thistle’s grave eyes met mine. She was trying to tell me something, but I had no idea what.

  “Where did you find them?”

  “Stumbling around the woods like idiots,” Dean said. “I almost missed them, but there were a bunch of fireflies out there and I wanted to check them out – it was like they were on fire or something -- and that’s why I went in that direction. I didn’t see any fireflies, but I did find the two of them.”

  I raised my eyebrows at Thistle questioningly.

  “The flashlight died,” she said simply. “Then, when Clove started freaking out, I wanted to die. It seemed like the easiest solution.”

  “I wanted to leave,” Clove said. “I wanted to go and get Chief Terry but Thistle wouldn’t leave without you.”

  The loyalty warmed me. The stupidity of the gesture made my heart sink. “Didn’t Erika find you?”

  “Who is Erika?” Dean asked irritably.

  “Another family member,” Karen supplied. “They won’t tell me much about her but, from what I gather, we have her to blame for this whole mess.”

  “And she’s out there right now?” Dean looked incensed. “Well, this is just great. I thought we had them all rounded up.”

  “Guess not,” Karen shrugged. “You’ll have to go find her.”

  “Why me?” Dean whined. “I just found them. Maybe you should have to go and find this one.”

  “I am not walking around in the woods in these shoes,” Karen gestured to her expensive boots. “These boots are made for fashion – not walking.”

  “That’s your fault, not mine,” Dean said. “I’m tired. I’m not going back out there again.”

  “Well, I’m not going out there,” Karen said grimly.

  Aunt Tillie raised her hand suggestively. “I’ll go look.”

  Karen rolled her eyes. “Like we’re going to trust you?”

  “It seems to me, you don’t have a lot of options,” Aunt Tillie countered persuasively.

  “Just sit down and shut up,” Dean ordered. “You two go join your crazy family.”

  Thistle begrudgingly moved to my side, running a hand through her purple hair wearily. “Erika found us,” she whispered in my ear and then turned around evasively to face Dean and Karen.

  “So, now what?” Karen asked. “Should we shoot them?”

  “Well, that’s going to be loud,” Dean said.

  “We’re in a boat,” Karen reminded him.

  “Yeah, but apparently there’s someone else named Erika out there.”

  Karen and Dean lapsed into an argument of their own, which allowed me the chance to question Thistle more fully. “Did you call the police?”

  “Yes,” Thistle nodded.

  “So, they’re on their way?” Relief washed over me.

  “I got Chief Terry’s voicemail,” Thistle answered stiffly.

  “Well, that will be helpful,” I grimaced. “If he checks his voicemail tonight.”

  “We had a choice,” Thistle replied irritably. “We could have gone back into town and tracked him down – leaving you here to die alone – or we could have continued looking for you. We decided to look for you.”

  “That doesn’t look like it’s working out too well,” I mused.

  “I had no idea Aunt Tillie was here, too,” Thistle said. “How did she even get here?”

  “Dean took them from the inn because he thought there was something weird going on at dinner tonight,” I explained.

  “There always something weird going on at dinner,” Clove said.

  “Well, weirder than usual, I guess,” I shrugged. “What does it matter? We’re all here now.”

  “One big happy family,” Thistle said sarcastically.

  “No one needs your sass,” Aunt Tillie warned Thistle. “We’ve got to come up with a plan.”

  “What plan?” Clove asked worriedly.

  “There’s only two of them,” Aunt Tillie said. “We outnumber them.”

  “Barely,” Clove said. “Plus, you’re forgetting the gun.”

  “And the knife,” I added.

  “They have a knife?” Thistle didn’t look pleased.

  “Yup.”

  “They’re not very smart, though,” Aunt Tillie said. “That’s in our favor, too.”

  “We also have five kids and Kenneth to protect,” I reminded her.

  “Yeah,” Thistle smirked. “You want to keep Kenneth safe, right?”

  “Do you really think now is the time for that?” Clove sounded shrill.

  “It might be our last shot to tease her,” Thistle said pragmatically. “I can’t just let it pass me by.”

  No, that definitely was not in her nature.

  “Do you think Chief Terry will come?” Clove eyes swam with unshed tears.

  “He’ll try,” I replied honestly. “I don’t think we can rely on him, though.”

  “We can only rely on ourselves,” Thistle said grimly.

  “That’s the way it should always be,” Aunt Tillie said. “I have a plan.”

  “Oh, good,” I said. “This always ends well.”

  “Maybe you can make them smell like bacon and they’ll eat each other,” Thistle offered.

  “Yeah, I didn’t think that one out,” Aunt Tillie admitted. “I’ll do better next time.”

  “Good to know,” Thistle replied listlessly.

  “Good to know what?”

  “That there will be a next time,” Thistle said. “I’m actually looking forward to it.”

  Aunt Tillie patted Thistle’s arm kindly. I thought it was a move to comfort her in the face of our likely demise. It was a nice change for her. “You say that now,” Aunt Tillie said. “You won’t be looking forward to it when it happens, though.”

  Well, there is also comfort in knowing that some things stay the same.

  “Did you hear that?” Dean stopped arguing with Karen and cocked his head.

  “What?” Karen looked exasperated.

  “Someone is out there.” Dean moved away from Karen and slipped back around the door, disappearing into the hallway.

  “Well, look at that,” Karen mused. “Erika must have found her way to us. That’s convenient.”

  Thistle and I exchanged wary glances. Or maybe Chief Terry had found us, after all?

  The unmistakable sounds of a scuffle met our ears. Karen’s eyes raised in surprise and she turned towards the door. As much as I wanted to wait and see if Chief Terry would swoop in and save us, I knew that I couldn’t take that chance. Thistle must have read my mind. We both rushed towards Karen while she was distracted and jumped her from behind.

  Karen swung around wildly, trying to dislodge the two of us from her back. Thistle was vicious, though, and she haphazardly jammed her fingers into Karen’s eyes while I attempted to choke her into submission.

  Karen inadvertently pulled the trigger on the gun but, thankfully, the bullet was about four feet above our heads. Clove joined the fray at that moment, trying to rip the gun from Karen’s hand. When Karen refused to give it up, Clove did the only thing she could think of - - she sank her teeth into Karen’s wrist.

  Karen howled in pain, dropping the gun into Clove’s waiting hand. Clove took a step back and watched Thistle and me expectantly.

  “Are you going to do something?” Thistle asked, yanking Karen’s hair as hard as she
could.

  “I did,” Clove said, “I got the gun.”

  “Something else,” I gasped, snapping my arm into Karen’s throat as hard as I could.

  Aunt Tillie moved towards us and I watched in wonderment as she peered into Karen’s glassy and terrified eyes. She raised her hand and slapped it against Karen’s forehead. “Sleep. Sleep, you bitch.”

  Karen’s body went suddenly slack and she dropped to the floor.

  Thistle and I didn’t immediately let go of her. When we were sure she was down, we carefully took a step back and regarded her warily.

  “If you could do that, why didn’t you do it two minutes earlier?” Thistle asked angrily.

  “I thought you had it under control.”

  “Obviously not,” Thistle said dryly.

  I held up my hand for the two of them to stop. “Do you hear anything?”

  “No,” Thistle shook her head.

  “Is that good or is that bad?” Clove asked.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “It could go either way.”

  Thistle glanced at the kids and Kenneth worriedly. “You stay here with Kenneth and the kids,” she ordered. “We’ll check the hallway out.”

  “That sounds like a good idea,” Clove agreed.

  Thistle grabbed the gun from her hand and stopped Clove’s oncoming argument with one look. “We may need it more than you.”

  “Fine,” Clove grumbled.

  I peered around the door, glancing up and down the hallway nervously. I could feel Thistle gripping my arm from behind, but I tried to ignore the shooting pains her fingernails were generating. I gasped when I saw a figure slumped against the wall down the hallway.

  “Landon.”

  “What?” Thistle pushed me the rest of the way out the door and we both raced down the hallway towards Landon’s prone body. He didn’t stir when we got to him.

  “Is he dead?” Thistle asked.

  I was scared to find out. I reached my hand up timidly and waved it in front of his face. He was breathing. “I think he’s just unconscious,” I said finally.

  “Where’s Dean?”

  “That’s a really good question.” I glanced around, but the hallway appeared to be empty except for us.