Whack The Mole (Lucy McGuffin, Psychic Amateur Detective 2)

“We’re back on top! Isn’t it fantastic? Tara called me this evening with the news. Wait for it,” she says dramatically. “Catfish Cove had a main pipe burst making their tap water undrinkable. Yes!” She pumps her fist in the air.

“But…that’s horrible.”

“Not for us it isn’t. All the restaurants there had to close on account of their water problem, so Tara had no choice but to go with us. How lucky are we, huh?”

“Um, well, yeah, but those poor people.”

She taps her watch. “I’d love to stay but I need to get my beauty sleep.” She checks out my face. “You should too, Lucy. You know what they say about the camera! It picks up everything. You don’t want to have bags under your eyes, do you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Filming starts at precisely seven a.m. tomorrow morning. I’ve promised the Cooking Channel people complete access to everything in town.”

“Tomorrow? But…that’s like today already. Sarah and I were going to take the day off.”

“Day off?” Brittany laughs like I’ve just said something hilarious. “See you bright and early! Oh, and I left a wreath with your mother. Don’t forget to hang it on The Bistro door. You don’t want to be the only place in town without one!” She flies out the door throwing me an air kiss on her way out.

I slump down in my chair. In exactly four hours I need to start making the muffins. And since it doesn’t look as if I’ll be leaving here anytime soon, it stands to reason I probably won’t get any sleep, which means I’ll have bags under my eyes on national T.V.

Figures.