Okay, so it turns out I am a “bad” witch. But I promise to only ever use my black magic powers for good.

It's a promise that's soon put to the test when a zombie shambles into the local bank just before closing. I'm not dead-phobic or anything, but trailing cemetery dirt all over the carpet isn't a great way to make friends.

When Glynda, our fear-inducing fearless coven leader hires me to investigate, I'm over the moon. Add to that, we have a real live blackmail case on our hands, and Beezley and I are close to hitting PI paydirt.

Soon, we're digging our noses into trouble all over town, and some of it comes back to haunt us. Luckily, I have a new black magic trainer to harness my mad skillz, if I can stop drooling long enough to concentrate.

With voodoo spells popping up all over town, I desperately need something to keep the local witches in check. Beezley might not appreciate his altered form, but I kinda wish I lived a dog's life right about now.

Willow Mason