I finished squaring up the hole, which now looked to be better than a foot deep, then set the shovel aside. Kneeling next to it, I opened a small, metal toolbox I had set off to the side before starting the manual labor portion of this job. Inside the shallow container, pristine as when I had placed it there, was what would at first glance be considered a toy. It was a fashion doll to be exact, complete with long red hair and a smooth, ivory-tinted complexion. If ever there was a perfect representation of my ethnically stereotypical wife, this was it. The doll was wrapped securely in clear cellophane and trussed with a criss-crossed purple ribbon. It was a piece of SpellCraft commonly known as a binding. A powerful act of magick with, in this case, one purpose-to keep Felicity safe from harm. It was something I had worked immediately following my wife’s experience with Kimberly Forest’s kidnapping and eventual death.

Unfortunately, the day I had set about casting the spell, she had come home unexpectedly, and I’d had to hide the box before I could bury it. Soon after that, everything in our lives had calmed. It had been so quiet for the past two plus years that I had never seen the need to fully complete the spell. Still, I had kept the old metal box in the back of my desk’s file drawer all this time, hidden but not forgotten. I knew, as it sat now, in some sense it was working its intended magick. However, placing the poppet into the earth would bring the spell completely to fruition beyond any doubt-as long as Felicity didn’t know about it.

And, right now, something was telling me that it was imperative for the spell to be finished. I tried not to dismiss those “somethings” when they talked to me. Because, even though they usually got me in trouble, ignoring them just made the trouble that much worse.