A Grizzly Discovery (A Paranormal Cozy Mystery) (Willow Bay Witches Book 5)

by Samantha Silver

  But, a second later, my hand landed on something hard, but made of fabric. My eyes widened and Sophie noticed, her face breaking into an excited smile as her eyes widened.

  “Is it in there?” she asked. I wrapped my fingers around the object and pulled it out of the tree. I unwrapped my fingers, exposing a piece of blue velvet wrapped around an object the size of a large walnut. My fingers trembled as I grabbed the edge of the velvet cover and slowly began to expose the most incredible diamond I’d ever seen in my life.

  The round gem had a light pink hue to it; it wasn’t perfectly clear like most diamonds. The late morning sun shining down on the rock made it sparkle in the light in a way I’d never seen before; it was as though the light of the day danced lightly on the surface of the rock. I was breathless, completely taken away.

  “Oh my God,” Sophie whispered. “It’s amazing.”

  “I know,” was all I could reply. We both stared at it, mesmerized, for at least a full minute. No wonder this diamond was worth so much money. “We have to put this away,” I said suddenly. After all, this diamond was worth over fifty million dollars, and there were four thieves who had already stolen it somewhere in this town.

  “Yeah,” Sophie replied. “We have to take it straight to Chief Gary.”

  “Definitely,” I replied, carefully putting the velvet cover back over the diamond. It felt rather unceremonious, but I hadn’t brought anything with me to carry the diamond in, so I simply slipped it into the zippered pocket of the light jacket I was wearing.

  “Thanks, I’ll take that off your hands,” a familiar voice said suddenly. I heard Sophie inhale sharply next to me. I turned around, facing the path, and found Andrew Fischer coming out of the woods toward us, holding a gun. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all.

  19

  “What?” I asked innocently. I didn’t exactly have a lot of options here.

  “I saw you took the diamond. Give it back to me, and maybe I let you leave here with your lives.”

  “Yeah right,” Sophie replied. “You’re going to kill us either way, aren’t you?”

  Andrew shrugged. “Well, since you’ve figured it out, I might as well admit it. Yes. You can either give me the diamond the easy way, or the hard way.”

  Bile rose in my throat. I didn’t want to die. I had to find a way to stall him.

  “You killed Jeremy Wallace,” I said. I couldn’t really think of anything else.

  “Yes. And if only he hadn’t died, like some kind of moron, all of this could have been avoided. I could have been out of this hole of a town days ago with my diamond.”

  “Why kill him, then?” Sophie asked, and Andrew rolled his eyes.

  “Well it’s not like I did it on purpose. I got this gun from a guy I know in Portland. The night Jeremy went out, I knew he was going to hide the diamond. I tried to follow him, but the guy was too sneaky. I lost him pretty quickly, and I knew that if I didn’t do something fast, the others were going to get to him. So I drove to Portland and got a gun from a guy I knew. The next day, I threatened Jeremy. I told him to take me to the diamond. He took me on this random path, and I realized about halfway through that we weren’t anywhere near where he’d hidden the thing.”

  The whole time he was telling this story, Andrew was waving the gun around, like it was nothing. I could barely listen to his story; all my focus was on that gun and how we were possibly going to be able to get it away from him. I knew I wasn’t allowed to use magic, since Andrew would obviously know about it. Although, if it came down to it, I figured I would probably use a spell. There was nothing the Witches Council could do to me that was worse than death, after all, was there?

  “Eventually I confronted him about it. I told him I knew we were nowhere near where the diamond was, and then he grinned at me. He grinned! The arrogant son-of-a…” Andrew shook his head. “That was when I lost it. I shoved him, hard, and his head hit the tree. I checked for a pulse, but he was gone. I couldn’t believe it. The one man on the planet who knew where that damned diamond was, and now he was dead.”

  “So why did you decide to make it look like a bear attack?” I asked.

  “I couldn’t have anyone looking too seriously into who Jeremy Wallace was,” Andrew replied. “I needed time to figure out where he stashed that diamond, and I needed that time without anyone bothering me.”

  “When did you figure it out?” I asked.

  “Two days ago. Jack told me; he had told all of us he thought he knew where the diamond was hidden, but he told me before the others because he wanted to know if I could do something with my computer abilities to confirm. I tried to come out here before, but there were too many people around with the closed trail. Too suspicious. I heard an hour ago that the trail had re-opened.”

  “That’s why you killed him, too. Jack had figured out where the diamond was and you wanted it for yourself.”

  Andrew nodded. “Exactly. What I want to know is how the hell you figured all this out?”

  My throat felt parched, like I hadn’t had a thing to drink in days. Still, I figured that if I kept him talking, that was my best bet for getting out of here alive. But before I got a chance to say anything, Sophie started talking.

  “It was actually me that figured it all out,” she said. I couldn’t help but notice she took a few steps away from me. What on earth was she doing? Suddenly, I realized! Sophie was trying to get Andrew’s attention away from me. She wanted to give me a chance to get rid of the diamond, in case he killed us. Slowly, I moved my hand toward my zippered pocket and opened the zip.

  “I knew it couldn’t be a bear attack. I’ve spent my whole life in Willow Bay, so there had to be another explanation,” Sophie explained.

  As subtly as I could, I slipped my hand into the pocket and wrapped my fingers around the stone. I dropped it onto the ground and waited a moment to make sure Andrew hadn’t noticed anything.

  “I snuck into Jeremy Wallace’s hotel room and found a hidden cell phone that had texts from you and all the other thieves,” Sophie continued. Andrew’s attention was completely fixed on her. I focused on the stone on the ground and pointed toward it, whispering “Nonvideroa,” as quietly as I could. I looked down and saw the stone had disappeared. Good.

  I took a step forward and waited for Sophie to finish her story.

  “There’s only one problem, though,” I said. “When we got here, there was no stone.”

  Andrew turned toward me and pointed the gun at my head. My legs felt weak.

  “You’re lying,” he hissed. “I saw you take something out of the tree.”

  “It was just a rock,” I said. “I thought it was going to be the diamond, but it wasn’t. You can check.” Until a witch pointed at the spot on the ground where I’d left the diamond and reversed my spell, there was no way anyone would be able to see it. Andrew looked at me suspiciously.

  “No,” he said finally. “No, I’m not going to search you. This is a trap. You’re trying to stop me. Well, it’s not going to work. He fired a shot from the gun into the ground. The explosion from the gun made me jump about a foot in the air; I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified.

  Sophie let out a scream at the shot, and the rustle of feathers coming from the forest told me that all the birds in the vicinity had flown off.

  “Help!” I cried at the top of my lungs. It was a Hail Mary cry; I knew the odds of anyone else being nearby at this time of year was virtually nil.

  “Shut up!” Andrew Fischer shouted. He made his way to Old Oakie, keeping the gun trained on Sophie and I the whole time. My eyes were on the barrel, I barely noticed Andrew putting his hand into Oakie’s Eye and fumbling around in there, looking for a diamond that was no longer there. He let out a shout of frustration.

  “Fine!” he said. “I know you have it. You have to have it. I’ll just kill you, and find it on your bodies after.”

  He pointed the gun to my chest and took a step forward. I was so focused on the barrel, my bra
in screaming for me to do something, that I didn’t notice the rustle of the woods from behind us. Evidently, Andrew didn’t either, because a moment later Jeanie, the big black bear who had seen the original attack on Jeremy Wallace, came storming out from the woods and swiped at Andrew’s back.

  He let out a horrifying cry as a shot went off, and I fell to the ground. Luckily, there was no pain coursing through me, so I obviously hadn’t been hit. I looked over at Sophie, who was still standing, looking stunned.

  Andrew Fischer was screaming. “Get this thing away! Get it off me! Ahhh!” He began to crawl toward his gun, which had fallen and was about two feet from where he lay.

  I picked up an old, broken tree branch off the ground and wacked him on the head with it as hard as I could. Fischer immediately stopped moving. I stared at him for a minute, as my brain began to process what I’d just done. Suddenly, I began to shake.

  “Are you all right, human?” Jeanie asked me softly, and I nodded.

  “Yes. Thank you, Jeanie. You saved our lives.”

  “It is not a bother. I saw you passing through my territory once more. I decided to follow you, thinking you might need some assistance.”

  “We definitely did. Thank you. Thank you so much.”

  “We are the caretakers of the woods,” Jeanie replied. “Bears are the law here. We are the biggest of the animals. We must ensure that no ill takes place in our woods. We do not like humans, but you are good. You understand our role. I was afraid, but I had to help. Good luck, human,” Jeanie said, before turning and lumbering back toward the woods with an agility I hadn’t expected her to have.

  “Thank you!” Sophie called out after her. I looked over at my best friend, whose face was white. I ran over to her and the two of us embraced, collapsing into tears a moment later. I couldn’t believe how close the two of us had just come to being killed. I was so glad my best friend was ok.

  After about a minute, we separated.

  “I’ll check and see if he’s alive, you call Chief Gary,” I told Sophie, who nodded. As I approached Andrew Fischer’s lifeless body, I said a little prayer, hoping he was only unconscious. Sure, the man had tried to kill us, but that didn’t mean I wanted to kill him. I had never taken a life before, and I hoped that hadn’t changed today. I leaned down and carefully pressed a finger to his neck. It was weak, yes, but there was a pulse there. I mouthed “ambulance” at Sophie, who nodded and gave me a thumbs up as she passed those instructions on to Chief Gary.

  I sent Jason a text as well, telling him where we were and what had happened, and then made my way back to where I’d dropped the diamond.

  “Videroa,” I said, pointing to the ground and centering all of my thoughts on the diamond. A spasm of energy left my body and instantly the diamond reappeared. I quickly picked it up and slipped it back into my pocket. Sophie hung up the phone and we sat on a nearby bench together, in silence, my hand in hers. We’d just been thought a near-death experience together.

  “I’m glad we’re not dead,” Sophie said finally.

  “Me too,” I replied. “Thank goodness for Jeanie.”

  “Yeah. Absolutely. I never thought I’d be celebrating a bear saving my life.”

  “I’ve been saying for days that bears aren’t the dangerous killers we think they are.”

  “Yeah, but no one takes anything you say seriously.”

  I stuck my tongue out at Sophie as I heard rustling in the woods and the first of the emergency responders arrived. Help was here. We were safe.

  20

  About three minutes after the first paramedics arrived, Jason burst through the trail, followed closely by Chief Gary. As soon as he saw me, Jason ran over and took me into a huge hug, pressing me close to his chest. I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent, closing my arms around him. I hadn’t let myself think about the people I would have missed the most if Andrew Fischer had actually killed us, but now, I couldn’t help myself. I burst into tears once more, the salty droplets wetting Jason’s polo.

  “I’m so glad you’re safe,” he whispered into my ear as he held me close to him.

  “Me too,” I replied. “Me too.”

  Chief Gary chose that moment to clear this throat, and Jason and I separated. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said, “but I have to take a statement from Angela.”

  “Of course,” Jason replied, taking a step back. I reached into my pocket and took out the stone, handing it to Chief Gary.

  “Don’t open this out here,” I said. “It looks pretty spectacular in the light, though.”

  “Is that…” Jason asked, his eyes moving to the stone, and I nodded.

  “Yeah. The Helena diamond. At least, I’d be willing to bet it’s the real thing. I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

  “Thank you, Angela,” Chief Gary said. “I’ll make sure the owners know who was responsible for its return, and what it nearly cost you.”

  “I guess the bears didn’t kill Jeremy Wallace after all,” Jason mused, and Chief Gary shifted uncomfortably in place.

  “Yes, well, unfortunately while I did pass on Angela’s sentiments, I will admit that I wasn’t completely convinced myself, and that may have swayed the medical examiner’s findings,” he said.

  “It’s all right,” I told Chief Gary. “As long as now the truth comes out, no one needs to be afraid of bears anymore. In fact, Sophie and I just had our lives saved by one.”

  “I’ll make sure the front page of next week’s paper features that story,” Jason said, and I smiled at him.

  “Thanks, you’re the best.”

  “I really am,” he replied with a smile.

  * * *

  When Karen found out what had happened she immediately re-scheduled all of our afternoon appointments, and Sophie and I went home and immediately collapsed into bed. I woke up about two hours later feeling a lot better, and went into the bathroom to check on Bee and her kittens.

  “Hey Bee, how are things?”

  “They’re good, obviously. I’m not incompetent, you know.”

  “I know,” I told her, but before I could continue, I noticed that two of the kittens—Butters and Boo—had opened their eyes. Their little dark blue eyes were adorable as they climbed over each other in an attempt to get at Bee’s milk. I let out a squeal of delight at seeing them, and Bee rolled her eyes.

  “See that, kittens? That’s one of the humans. Her name is Angela. She’s ok, as far as humans go.” By Bee’s standards, I figured that was high praise.

  “Thanks, Bee,” I replied sarcastically. “Let me take your food bowl, I’ll be back in a minute,” I told her.

  “Bring me back some sushi,” Bee ordered. “I want the little ones to know the greatest taste on earth.”

  “I’m not bringing back sushi,” I replied. “It’s not safe for the little ones, they should be on a diet of only your milk for at least a few more weeks.”

  “Remember what I said about Angela being one of the ok ones? I take that back,” Bee told the kittens, and I made my way back to the kitchen with her food bowl, rolling my eyes. High quality cat food was going to have to do her for now.

  As I placed the bowl down for Bee and the kittens I looked on the adoring foster mother with a smile on my face. Those kittens were going to grow up to be insane. But I also knew they were going to be raised well. For all of Bee’s dramatics and quirkiness, she was a good cat. She was definitely going to make a good mother.

  * * *

  Willow Bay had never been so famous as after the Helena Diamond was found in a major tourist spot. All the fears people had about tourism levels dropping due to the bad publicity regarding the bears was completely unfounded; people began to flock to Willow Bay on weekends, even though it was the off-season, just to walk the trail where one of the world’s most famous diamonds had been hidden. I’d never seen a September like it. Business was brisk and bustling, and no one made any more comments about killing bears. The petition to allow the hunting of bears in the National Park
nearby got so much negative press it was immediately pulled, and the government put out a press release stating the importance of bears in the local ecosystem.

  All I knew was bears had been pretty important in my own ecosystem.

  About a week after the recovery of the diamond, Chief Gary called me and told me the owner wanted to thank me personally. She came to Willow Bay and we met at the back of the Italian restaurant Jason and I had eaten at about two weeks earlier. We sat at a small, private table at the back.

  Catherine Montgomery was the daughter of a diamond tycoon in South Africa. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it turned out she was short, with a small frame and a shy smile. She carried herself with the confidence that came from never having to worry about money, but her demeanour was friendly and welcoming. I got no sense of frigidity from her whatsoever.

  “Angela Martin, it is so nice to meet you,” she told me, taking my hands in hers and shaking them warmly when I arrived. I couldn’t help but match her smile.

  “It’s lovely to meet you too,” I replied.

  “I wanted to thank you for bringing me back my diamond,” Catherine told me. “I know it is such an extravagant luxury, but it has so much sentimental value to me. My father gave it to me before he died as a gift for my wedding, and when I found out it was gone, I was just devastated.”

  “Well I was glad to be able to help,” I replied.

  “I seriously cannot thank you enough,” Catherine told me. “But I hope this will help somewhat,” she said, slipping me an envelope. I opened it and looked inside and saw a check, and my eyes widened.

  “I can’t… I can’t take this.”

  “Oh please, please do,” Catherine said. “I want you to have it. This diamond means so much to me, when it disappeared I was completely distraught. I want you to have it.”