Hi all. This is my first fanfic ever. I can't believe I'm finally taking the plunge. Please review, and tell me exactly what you're thinking. I welcome all feedback, positive or negative. Please feel free to e-mail me as well. Enjoy!
"Witches. Jordan, please tell me you're not serious!"
"Oh come on, Woody. You really don't believe witches exist?"
They were sitting in Jordan's office, sharing a breakfast of coffee and croissants courtesy of Woody. This had recently become a morning ritual. Since they were 'just friends ' now, he'd decided the more casual things were between them, the better. Try to eliminate any uncomfortable feelings. Try. But deep down, Woody wondered if Jordan suspected anything about Lu…
"Woody? Hello? You plan on answering my question in this lifetime?"
Woody snapped back to attention.
"Hmmm? Oh. Yeah. Sorry. I don't know, Jordan. You don't really believe in all that hocus pocus stuff, do you?"
"It's got nothing to do with hocus pocus. Liza said witches make up 90 of the population of Salem. For them, witchcraft is a way of life."
He shook his head. "Yeah, freaky way of life."
"OK. Let me see if I've got this straight." He took another bite of croissant. "So, yesterday you get a call out of the blue from this chick you went to college with. This Liza. And she tells you she needs your help with the dead witch. And now-"
"You have the sensitivity of a baboon, you know that?"
"As I was saying, thank you, all of a sudden you want me- me! To tag along with you to Salem- breeding ground for witches, by the way- to help you solve some freak show murder? "
He shook his head again, and Jordan narrowed her eyes into cat like slits.
"I don't think so!"