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was not forthcoming. Ingrid had to wonder if she had recognized the truth serum in the coffee or if she’d not just had enough.
    “Dream trip?”
    “Yes,” Gwennie said scrunching her nose in irritation, “for my mother . She wants me to be more adventurous than I am.”
    Gwennie looked a little uncomfortable that she had confessed that last tidbit and Ingrid and to refrained from a victory fist pump. Truth serum strikes again!
    “Oh,” Ingrid said. “Moms are experts at baggage and manipulation aren’t they? I just barely escaped my mom’s last round.”
    “Hecate yes,” Gwennie replied. She nodded frantically and let loose a high-pitched giggle that she cut short as if someone had hit the mute button.
    “You a witch too?” Ingrid asked, hiding the shiver at that weird reaction. Had this dove ever talked to another human before?
    “Yes,” Gwennie said, “My mom is not a fan of witchcraft. She thinks I should be an accountant.”
    “And you don’t want to?”
    “Oh…I don’t want much of anything since my boyfriend left.”
    Ingrid’s eyes glazed. This was not the confession she was after. “Did you know Joe?”
    “I seem to be confessing just everything, don’t I,” Gwennie said. “With the ghost and the body, it’s not that surprising.”
    Ingrid just prevented another fist pump at the dove’s completely wrong conclusion. She was confessing due to Ingrid’s heavy hand with the truth serum. Ingrid’s phone buzzed, and she saw Gabe’s name. She sent him a quick text that she was investigating and then turned back to Gwennie.
    “I did know, Joe,” Gwennie said. “He’s my cousin. Or Katie is.”
    “Are you a shifter too?”
    “Oh no, that’s on the other side of her family. She’s a hummingbird you know? But Joe was a dog. And even though dogs are domesticated, it was always just weird. I mean..she’s a vegetarian and prey. And he was at least approaching a predator. I always thought it was…a weird match.”
    “Do you think she killed him?”
    “Oh who can tell? It’s weird what people will do. I mean…I would probably kill my ex given the chance. He avoids me. Maybe he realizes what I’ve been thinking. But I can’t help but think that if I could just get him alone and make him listen he’d see that no one can love him like I do.”
    Ingrid paused. She wanted to shudder a bit at the bald confession of a willingness to murder. Would Ingrid murder someone? Probably. But not for leaving her. The appropriate response to that was a good hex that would fade and moving on.
    “Surely you’re too good for that?” Ingrid said it, hoping it was true despite the confession under truth serum.
    “Oh I don’t think so. He ruined me. Ruined me.”
    “But you didn’t kill Joe?” Ingrid demanded the answer, Emily was right, this chick was a freaky weirdo.
    “Not on purpose,” Gwennie said.
    Ingrid’s eyes narrowed at that answer. What in the seven hells? But she just asked, “Did you kill him on accident?”
    “What? No,” Gwennie’s gaze narrowed on Ingrid and the crazy dove seemed to be putting the pieces together, but then she said, “I suppose that was a weird way to answer. Joe was all right. Weird and weirder still for Katie but all right.”
    “Okay, bye then,” Ingrid said, walking away and shaking her head. That dove needed help. And medication. And perhaps her mother wasn’t so wrong. The crazy dove needed to be out among the living. Probably the Haunted Prague tour hadn’t been the best choice for this one.
    Too late now though.
    Ingrid turned back, “You should probably get out more, and not be an accountant, but maybe spend less time out of a magic lab and more walking in the woods. You are a crazy dove, but surely you can be better than this?”
    Gwennie’s face flushed and she shook her head in denial.
    What kind of answer was that? No? No I can’t be better than this?
    Ingrid frowned and then baldly said, “Then you should really consider some meds that