A Potion to Die For: A Magic Potion Mystery (24 page)

Fortunately, Kyle was not a Wishcrafter—or else his photos would be nothing but bright starbursts. He was a Manicrafter, a witch with magic hands. And he was a sociopath.

“I’d know his face anywhere.” Nick drew in a deep breath as he reached for the camera and flicked the power switch. He hit the button to review the photos and clicked and clicked and finally looked up at Starla.

“What?” she asked, lifting off the stool at his strange expression. “It’s him. Isn’t it him?”

“How many pictures did you take this afternoon?” he asked.

“Of just Kyle or everyone?”

“Everyone.”

“Hundreds. I was wrapping up my afternoon rounds when I saw him.”

Nick’s brown eyes were flat and unreadable as he turned the camera around. “Then it looks as though someone might have tampered with your camera.”

“What do you mean?” She grabbed for the Nikon and let out a little cry.

I leaned over her shoulder as she continued to click a button, despite the message on the review screen.

FOLDER CONTAINS NO IMAGES

There was no photo of Kyle.

There were no photos at all.

They’d all been deleted.