out of her until she produced those black candles and all the rest. âAll right,â said Lucy.
âAnd donât delay,â warned Diana. âTime is of the essence when evil is afoot.â
âRighto,â said Lucy, heading for the door.
Down in the kitchen, Lucy grabbed another cookie. It had cooled and wasnât as good as the first. Thatâs the way it was with chocolate chip cookies, but it was still good, and she took another, chewing it thoughtfully.
âWhatâs going on?â asked Sara, dropping the last balls of dough onto a cookie sheet.
âDianaâs had some bad news. A friend died. Sheâs pretty upset, so I think you should leave her alone until I get back. I just have to get some things for her. It wonât take me long.â
âOkay,â said Sara, sliding the pan into the oven.
âWe could make tea for her,â suggested Zoe.
âNot just yet,â said Lucy, reaching for her rain jacket. âMaybe when I get back, okay?â
Lucy was backing the car around when she noticed a little VW beetle turning into her drive. Probably one of Saraâs friends, she thought, but when she pulled alongside the car, she discovered Rebecca Wardwell behind the wheel.
âHorrible weather,â said Lucy by way of greeting. The two cars were side by side, and both drivers had rolled down their windows. âWhat brings you here?â
âI understand somebody at your house has a bad case of poison ivy, maybe one of your children?â
âNo, well, yes,â admitted Lucy, marveling at the efficiency of the Tinkerâs Cove grapevine to spread news. âItâs not one of my kids; itâs Diana Ravenscroft. She must have gotten into a patch. Itâs very bad.â
âPoison ivy can be a real trial,â said Rebecca.
âAs a matter of fact, she wants me to go to her shop and get some candles and things so she can cast a spell to get rid of it,â said Lucy.
âAll this drama is so unnecessary.â Rebecca sniffed, pulling a small bottle out of the large quilted bag she always carried. âI have a sweet fern solution here that I think sheâll find quite effective.â
âThanks,â said Lucy, reaching out the window and accepting the bottle. âItâs very kind of you.â
âNot at all,â she said with a wave of her hand. âNow Iâll be on my way.â
And before Lucy could get her car in gear, Rebecca had backed out onto the road and was gone. Neat trick, thought Lucy, wondering where Rebecca had learned to drive. Her own driving, she admitted, tended to be erratic, mostly because she was trying to do so many things while she drove. Right now, for example, she was calling the office on her cell phone to let Ted know what sheâd found out about Malcolm Malebranche.
âHe wasnât just a magicianâhe was a high priest in the Wiccan religion. Diana Ravenscroft says he was the head of her coven, you know, those folks who had to be rescued from the forest fire. She said they thought he was in England, that he always went there every summer. Anyway, sheâs promised to tell me more about him, but first I have to get her some stuff so she can work a special protective spell because evil is afoot.â Lucy let out a big sigh. âI canât believe Iâm actually saying this stuff.â
âListen, whatever works,â said Ted, chuckling. âStick with it and get this story. Itâs hot stuff.â
âBad pun, really bad,â snapped Lucy, ending the call.
Chapter Seven
L ucy didnât know what to expect at Dianaâs shop. She doubted very much that the reporters would still be gathered there; they wouldnât waste time hanging around when it was obvious Diana wasnât home. But then again they might, and there was a real likelihood that Ike Stoughton or his sons might be keeping an eye on the place, hoping to confront