A Hex A Day — L.C. Mortimer

A hex a day keeps the werewolves away...My mom is dead.At 34 1/2 years old, this shouldn't bother me nearly as much as it does, especially considering the fact that we haven't spoken in years.But she's my mom.And it bothers me.I make my way to her home as quickly as I can. She lived in a little town in the middle of nowhere, but as soon as I start working my way through her estate - organizing the chaos in her raggedy little cottage, sorting through her financial documents - strange things start to happen.Suddenly, I wonder if I really knew my mother at all.Suddenly, I wonder if her death was really an accident.The town where she lived is full of mystery and chaos, and it doesn't take long for me to realize that my mother's killer is still out there - and that I might be their next victim.