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(by her own doing)— had insinuated that she was almost immortal and had lived for at least a couple hundred years. As the woman got touchy about me drinking from her cups, I’d never pressed the age issue.
    But, at times like these, I wasn’t sure if she was talking years, decades, or centuries when she said “a while.”
    She saved me from answering by shrugging and saying, “But I suppose it’s on your internet now— common knowledge. Everything is.”
    Not true at all, but I suspected she was just exaggerating.
    “Once again,” I said, “it’s not my internet. If it was my internet, I sure wouldn’t be stuck in this town, working my hands to the bone.”
    Dismissing me with a wave of her hand, she shuffled through the contents of the gris-gris. “Powerful concoction.”
    “What’s it meant to do?”
    “Induce true love.” She snorted at that. “Amateur made. Most definitely a warlock’s work.”
    Well, that ruled out the snotty Mrs. Wiser as the killer. I wished, for once, that I could just find someone without first eliminating half of the town.
    “But you just said it was powerful,” I pointed out.
    Her eyes were almost opaque when she looked at me, focused inward and a million miles away. “Only one young and inexperienced would try to induce love. It never works. Love is not something so fickle or simple that it can be influenced by mortal magic.”
    When Gran said things like “mortal magic” it gave me the chills. You could hear the years in her voice, and it made me tired and a little bit afraid.
    She refocused on me and some of that age receded. “You may go now. I will keep the sack safe here.”
    That didn’t sound like a suggestion, so I reluctantly got up and headed back out to my bug. I’d hoped to get the tooth to the police somehow— without revealing how I’d broken in and stolen it. Until I worked that out, though, I supposed the best place for the thing was at Grandma’s.
    The drive to Wyatt’s took no time at all, and before I knew it, I was sitting at the table. Surprisingly, the house was deserted, even though Cooper should’ve been home from school half an hour ago.
    I didn’t have time to work myself into a panic, though, because a couple minutes later, he walked through the door. His face was forlorn, and he dropped his backpack at the door— something the neat child never does.
    “Hey, Coop,” I said, not looking up from the newspaper as he got himself a bowl of cereal. “How was school?”
    “It’s lame when parents ask that.”
    And here I thought I was the coolest.
    Instead of arguing the point, I said, “That bad, huh?”
    He collapsed into the chair next to me with all the dramatics of an almost teenager. I was so proud. The boy was really going to give Wyatt and I a run for our money when puberty took hold.
    “She doesn’t know I exist,” he said miserably.
    Ah. Girl troubles. Though I’d signed on to be his wingman, I couldn’t help but feel I was underqualified for the job. I had very little experience in picking up women, after all, and even less in grade school crushes. At least from a male point of view.
    “Have you introduced yourself?”
    He looked at me like I was stupid.
    “Okay, let’s start there. Just walk up and say hi. She’ll be thrilled, trust me.”
    Wyatt walked through the door at that moment, leaving Cooper to ponder my knowledge in silence. For such a smart boy, he could be a real idiot sometimes.
    Focusing on my love life instead of Cooper’s, I realized Wyatt hadn’t said hi to me, heading straight upstairs after entering the house. Maybe I had to give my advice to him, too.
    I followed him up and intercepted him in his bedroom where he was talking off his work suit— likely to change into his casual suit or some such nonsense. I was momentarily distracted by his sharp features and icy eyes.
    “Noticed the flowers in your car,” he said stiffly, undoing his tie with jerky movements.
    “Jealous?”
    “Worried,” he