Stuck with a Spell
kind of herb called Devil’s Shoestring and
diluted urine.”
    “ Whose urine? Or do I even
want to know?” Captain Allen asked, picking up his tea cup, looking
at the contents, then putting down the cup without taking a
drink.
    Guess he decided he wasn’t
thirsty.
    “ I know I don’t want to
know. Thank goodness that came in a bottle too,” I said.
    And it was a damn good thing I also had
several bottles of Templeton Rye Whiskey to get the Captain and I
through this crazy ass chaos.
    “ Good point. How ‘bout I go
ahead and get started with placing the protective
charms?”
    “ Good idea. And I suppose we
should prepare boxes of those to send to Darryl and Hank too,” I
said.
    Holy schmoly! The UPS driver was going
to get a real workout this week.
    “ Got it. I’ll start by
making those reversing mirror-box spells,” the Captain said finding
the printout with the how to’s for making the protective
boxes.
    “ Hell’s bells! Don’t we need
a couple of those damn Voodoo dolls for those things?” I
asked.
    I grabbed the printout. Sure enough.
There was the picture of the box filled with junk to ward off
Liza’s spells.
    “ Oh yeah. We do. And I ain’t
goin’...”
    “ I’ll tell ya what, we’ll
flip for it,” I said, taking out a quarter from my pants
pocket.
    “ Fine. Heads,” Captain Allen
said, looking just as anxious as I must have while the quarter spun
toward the hardwood floor of the kitchen.
    “ Tails it is, my friend.
Looks like you’ll be going to Liza’s to get the dolls.”
    “ Fuck me.”
    “ Pretty much,” I said, so
relieved it was him headed to the coven and not me.

CHAPTER NINE
     
    I was always glad to see my Captain, but never more so than
right now, I thought, rushing to Liza’s back door to let him
in.
    “ Oh, I’m so glad you’re
here,” I said, throwing my arms around his neck and planting a kiss
on his snow-dusted cheeks.
    His face and neck turned to a color
more in line with his red scarf than his tanned skin. Shucks, if I
hadn’t embarrassed him.
    “ I’m glad to see you too,”
he said, stomping off the snow from his boots on the large rug in
Liza’s mudroom, “but I’m not too thrilled to be here.”
    “ Understood,” I said, and
boy did I.
    “ This old gal is totally
nuts. I don’t like you being around her,” he said, hugging me close
to his chest as if he were a wee bit leery of letting me
go.
    “ She’s nuts, I’ll give ya
that. But I don’t think she really means any true harm. Well, not
to anyone except Darryl,” I said, not doubting for a minute that
she’d one day finish off that jackass.
    “ Yeah. Right. Speaking of
Darryl, and Hank too,” the Captain said, clearing his throat and
looking around to make sure Liza wasn’t within earshot, “I’m going
to need a few of the dolls that look like Darryl and any others
that look like Hank too.”
    I lowered my head and gave him the look
as in if you want my help, you’d best be tellin’ me more than
that.
    “ Don’t give me that look.
I’m just trying to get you out of this mess, and I need those damn
dolls.”
    Luckily, Liza had gone to take a nap in
her room. She’d claimed that with an afternoon of rest, she’d be
able to get a fresh new perspective on what she’d done and perhaps
gain clarity on how to undo it. We could only hope her beauty rest
led in that direction.
    “ Well, fine. But let’s make
it quick before Liza wakes up and catches us. C’mon in here. She
keeps the dolls in a special display case.”
    “ How quaint.”
    I shook my head and snickered at The
Captain’s snark. He was totally my kinda guy with my kinda ‘tude
too.
    “ Give me three of those
Darryl look-a-likes. And oh shit, there’s a few more Hanks too,” he
said, carefully taking out the dolls.
    “ For the love of Buddha! I
only had one wedding band, so I didn’t even look for more Hanks,” I
said, shocked at the three more Hanks.
    Liza had made rings out of gold braid
and made nooses for
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