What the Hex? (A Paranormal P.I. Mystery Book 1) by Rose Pressey Page A

statements. However, with the limited description we have, it may be hard to pinpoint who did this.”
    Most of the Elvises were leaving now.
    I blew the hair out of my eyes. “Yeah, I guess I can see why.”
    “We’ll be in contact,” he said.
    When he walked away, I said, “So that’s it?”
    “Apparently so,” Derek said.
    “What now?” I asked.
    “I guess we’ll leave. How about dinner?” he asked.
    Part of me wanted to just go home and crawl under the covers. But Derek got me with that sad look all the time, so I said, “Sure, I could eat something.”
    We went to the little diner down the street. I was more than a little paranoid. For heaven’s sakes, I’d just been shot at and no one could tell me who’d done it. I was one of Elvis’ biggest fans, but now I might have nightmares about Elvis killing me.
    Wait until my mother found out what happened. She would be so jealous. She’d probably love to say she’d been shot at by an Elvis impersonator.
    Derek held the door for me and we walked inside. Surprisingly, the place was pretty much empty. I cringed when I heard an Elvis song playing over the speakers.
    “Bad timing,” Derek said.
    We slid into the booth at the back of the restaurant. My back was facing the wall. I wanted to be able to see if anyone was coming toward me. I was anxious to discuss this with Derek.
    “Maybe we can figure out who would want us dead.”
    I picked up the menu. “Okay, which Elvis impersonator did you make mad?”
    The waitress brought over glasses of water. “Are you ready to order?”
    “I’ll have a burger and fries,” I said. “And a Vanilla Coke.”
    “I’ll take the same.” Derek handed her the menus. 
    When she walked away, I said, “It’s a natural assumption that you would be the cause of this. Were you dating one of their girlfriends?”
    “Cece, I’m offended.” He stared me in the eyes.
    “Oh, please. Nothing offends you.” I took a drink of water.
    A sweet little smile tilted the corner of his mouth. “Okay, you’re right, but honestly, I did nothing wrong.”
    “So the only other thing is the fake Elvis we were talking to. That would mean he’s involved in Amber’s murder and wanted to get rid of us too.”
    “Bobby Carroll? The police found no evidence that he’d fired at us.”
    The waitress brought over our food. I grabbed the bottle of ketchup at the same time Derek reached for it. For a moment our fingers touched. My stomach danced. I refused to let this affect me.
    “You go ahead and use the ketchup first,” I said, giving him the bottle.
    “No, ladies first.” He stared at me with those sexy blue eyes.
    Averting my eyes, I took the ketchup.
    “So what’s next?” I asked, changing the subject.
    “I suppose we’ll have to do more research on this guy,” Derek said.
    “I intend to,” I said, stabbing my French fry into the mound of ketchup.
    “See, working with me isn’t so bad after all,” he said.
    “I’ll be the judge of that.”
    After finishing our food, we headed back out to the parking lot. I had my hand near my side so I could easily reach for the gun in my purse.
    “Cece, I’m a little worried about you.” Derek’s tone remained teasing, so I didn’t know if he was serious.
    I slipped behind the wheel. “Don’t be worried about me. I have protection.”
    We pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the Strip. Sometimes the flashing lights and crowds made me wonder if I should just head back home… back to my family and friends in Savannah. That would be quitting though, and I’d never been a quitter. There would be time to go home later.
    “What are you thinking about?” Derek asked.
    Worry took hold of my thoughts. I didn’t want to tell Derek that I had doubts about all of this… reservations about whether I could pull this off.  I’d keep the feelings to myself.
    “Just watching the traffic,” I said.
    “Hey, I know a great club we can check out,” Derek said with too much