Witch Heist in Westerham—Paranormal Investigation Bureau Book 11

Lily’s feeling a bit out of place at a high-end fashion show, but she can’t wait to see Will’s sister, Sarah, strutting the catwalk. Lily and Will have planned to spend some time with Sarah while she’s in town, but when jewellery worth millions is stolen from the fashion show and Sarah’s friend goes missing with it, their plans disappear in a miasma of expensive perfume.

Sarah refuses to believe her friend could have perpetrated the heist, but Lily’s magic proves otherwise. Worried about her friend and wanting answers, Sarah decides to investigate. But soon she goes missing too, sending Lily and Will into a panic.

Will and Lily recruit Imani and flamboyant make-up artist and witch Lavender, a friend of Sarah’s, to help solve the case. Their search takes them to Italy, Spain, and back. But as times passes, the worse things look. If they don’t find answers soon, someone will die.

And on top of all that, they have a new lead into the disappearance of Lily’s parents. It’s a dangerous assignment—one that will have unforeseen consequences and leave Lily despairing that they’ll never find answers.Yep, it’s just another day in Westerham.

Well, this was eye-opening. The model strutting down the catwalk to the strains of Harry Styles’s “Adore You” wore a sequined green top with spaghetti straps and the plungiest neckline I’d ever seen. The top skimmed the inside of her boobs, stopping just before each nipple. I’d never have the guts to wear something like that… not that I could afford the designer price tag. Although, maybe if I looked like a model, I would’ve been game to wear it. Actually, maybe not. 

As she passed us and neared the end of the platform, her skyscraper heel caught on something. She jerked forward and hopped as she tripped. I sucked in a breath. She scrambled to stay on her feet. Was she or wasn’t she going to…? Phew! She managed to save herself, turn, and make her way back along the catwalk. She hadn’t even looked down to check herself, and she really should have. I mean, wasn’t there a breeze where there shouldn’t have been? The top, which had only just covered things, had shifted, revealing both nipples.

Will’s eyes were wide open. When he’d agreed to come to the London fashion show to see his sister working, I bet he hadn’t imagined he’d get such an eyeful. He probably wasn’t disappointed though. I turned my head and looked at Beren. He didn’t appear to be overly disappointed either. We couldn’t blame them, but Liv and I still shared a head shake. At least it hadn’t been Sarah, Will’s sister, who’d flashed the world. I couldn’t imagine what Will would’ve done then since we weren’t allowed to use our magic in public.

“It’s Sarah,” Will said. I looked at the catwalk. It was the first time I’d ever seen her at work. I already knew she was gorgeous, but wow. Her five-feet-nine frame was made way taller by nude platform heels. She wore a red mid-thigh-length dress with a low neckline, but not as revealing as the previous model’s. Her sheer sleeves were fluted at the ends, the fabric slightly longer than her hemline. She gave us a flirty smile as she strutted past. I sighed. Models with their long limbs did everything so nicely and elegantly. It was as if they were from another planet. I knew I should be happy with myself because there was nothing wrong with how I looked, and my body worked just fine, but I sighed. It would be nice to feel stunning for five minutes, be the one everyone oohed and aahed at when I entered a room. Oh well, no one could have everything. Time to get over it.

Two more models walked by, and as the last one made it to the end of the runway, the lights went out. Totally black. That was brave of the designers. What if one of their models fell off the stage?