Blood Cursed
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Leslie snapped back to the present, “Yeah, every day I end up with a new cake, pie, pastry, cookie, you name it. I am running out of people to give them to.”
“Keep ’em coming,” I managed to spit out between bites.
Rebecca reached over and pulled them away from me, “I’ll take one of those.”
“Me too,” Gaven said.
I looked around my kitchen and thought about how great my life had become. Gaven and I managed to stop fighting and get along for the first time in years. I found my cousin Rebecca who also became my best friend. And thanks to Leslie’s amazing police work, I would never go without baked goods again. All thanks to a witch, a curse and a werewolf.
Epilogue
A week later I sat at my desk awaiting my newest patient, referred by Leslie. Something about a robbery at the local deli. Leslie apprehended the bad guy and returned the money to the deli owner. I hoped that Deli Ann would be as generous as Baker Bob has been. I loved fresh pastrami sandwiches. My mouth watered slightly.
The postal delivery woman opened the door and dropped off a package addressed to Hannah Dorian from Jacob Anderson of the Anderson Construction Corporation.
“Looks like you’re moving up in the world,” the post lady said.
“I guess,” I said. I took the package and signed my name. “Thanks,” I said as she walked out the door toward her next delivery.
What the hell does he want now? Hasn’t he created enough complications in my life? I just needed a few days without hearing his name.
I opened the box and dug through the plastic peanuts. Buried deep inside was a very small box and a card. I opened the card first. It read, ‘Hannah, I want to thank you again for all that you have done for this organization. I want you to know you are a welcome addition to our family and your contributions have not gone unnoticed.’
The note sounded like a memo from the desk of some random executive. Jeez, I saved the guy and his pack from destruction by the Bitch and I get some form letter. Again, what a jerk.
Tossing the note aside I tore open the box. It was a three by five-inch box covered in velvet, obviously from an expensive jewelry store. I cracked open the box to reveal a platinum charm hanging on a platinum necklace. The charm was crafted to resemble the full moon, with several craters detailed into the surface. Attached to one side of the moon was what looked to be a two-carat diamond, shining its star light down upon the moon. It was stunning. I flipped it over to the dark side of the moon where it was engraved with the words, “la lune a béni.”
I typed the phrase into an open browser on my PC and found it was French, meaning moon-blessed. It figures I would have to do work to understand my gift.
On the up side, it was very thoughtful. I was shocked Jacob was capable of choosing such a gift. It probably was Mr. Jeffries. I dug through the peanuts again to make sure I didn’t miss anything. My fingers caught on the edge of another envelope, this one was letter sized. I slid my finger under the flap and opened the envelope with a smooth rip. Pulling out the enclosed paper, I realized it was a check from the Anderson Foundation made out to me in the amount of ten million dollars. It was the money raised to aid in the apprehension and conviction of the Wolf Killer.
I coughed and landed into my chair with a thump. The sticky note on the check thanked me for helping bring the murderer to justice and wished me well. If killing the murderer during a werewolf fight, having her body and the body of her wolf bodyguard delivered to the police, after setting them up to look like the animal turned on its trainer so they could match the animals blood to past crime scenes and identify the woman as the angry and mentally ill ex-wife of Jacob Anderson was bringing Kristi to justice, I guess I was technically the reward recipient. I was glad Jacob had made the reward confidential to protect the person who helped capture the killer.
I could tell everyone that we won the lottery, or maybe inherited it from a long lost relative. This was definitely going to be a problem. Now I need sound financial advice. I guess I have to ask Jacob. Crap.