In turns that even a witch can't run from her past forever. A lesson I learned the hard way. But now I'm back home, and things are going well. Or they were for about five minutes. With the town-saving fall festival days away, the inn's renovation have fallen apart, running me ragged and right into a crime scene. A suspicious death has sent gossip flying faster than you can say bibidi babidi boo, threatening to put Silverlake on the map for all the wrong reasons. It'll take all witches on deck to solve this crime and save Silverlake before it's too late.
