Саманта Сильвер - Lipstick On A Pig

Luckily, I knew Chief Gary wouldn’t consider me a suspect in this crime; he knew me too well. I didn’t have the greatest alibi though. I wasn’t sure when the woman had been killed, but I had a sneaking suspicion I was probably fast asleep when it happened.

Pretty quickly, my mind turned to ways we could get information from Jessica Oliver’s coworkers about who might have wanted her dead. With Charlotte talking to her friend, that left Sophie and I to try to get some amazing information off her coworkers. After all, it might not have openly been a competition, but Sophie and I were naturally incredibly competitive, and as far as we were concerned, if Charlotte came back with better information than us, we had failed.

I spent the evening half-heartedly watching old episodes of Parks and Recreation on TV with Sophie while Charlotte stayed in her room and studied. My mind was elsewhere though. How on earth were we going to get all the gossip?

Finally, after giving up on a solution and going to bed, with my mind in that little moment between conscious and unconsciousness, my brain came up with the perfect plan. I just hoped I could remember it in the morning.

“So what are we going to do?” Sophie asked as we drove toward Portland early the next morning.

“Why is it up to me to come up with a plan?” I asked.

“Because you’re the witch. You have like, a thousand more powers than I do. Which is so unfair, by the way.”

“Just because I’m a witch doesn’t mean I can magically come up with a plan.”

“Well it should. But fine. So we don’t have a plan?”

“Oh, no, I have a plan.”

“Well, why didn’t you say that first?”

“Just because I have a plan doesn’t mean I should always be the one coming up with them.”

“Oh my God! You’re impossible. Fine. What’s your plan?”

“I’m not telling you now.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“You’re like, five years old.”

“Five year olds can’t drive a car.”

“Mentally, Angie. You are mentally five years old.”

“And yet I still came up with a plan and you didn’t.”

Sophie rolled her eyes. “I hate you so much,” she muttered, and I grinned.

“But trust me,” I said. “My plan is awesome.”

Once again we parked in a lot near Jessica Oliver’s place of work, and made our way to the building housing the offices of Forrester, Forrester and Cork. When we walked in, Sophie headed toward the elevators, but I stopped her. “No, we have to go this way.”

“Maybe I would have known that if I knew what we were doing,” Sophie grumbled. I rolled my eyes and explained to her my plan.

“Fine. We’re going to wait in the stairwell for people going up to the offices. When they do, I’m going to put them under a sleeping spell, then I’m going to transform us into them. We’re going to pretend to be them for a few hours, then we’ll come back here, wake them back up and no one will ever know anything happened.”

“Wait, seriously, that’s your plan?” Sophie asked, and I nodded as we headed into the stairwell. The stairwell was the same as in a million other different office buildings: ugly beige color, cement, with a thick door and that musty smell that came from no one ever taking the stairs anywhere. Luckily, behind the ground floor stairs was a little enclave that led to a closet we could use for most of the magic.

“That’s both kind of genius, but also just such a bad idea. There are so many things that can go wrong with that plan, I don’t even know where to start.”

Before Sophie got a chance to start, however, there was a commotion near the door. I grabbed Sophie and pulled her behind the stairs; there was no way the people we were going to impersonate could know we were here. I put a finger to my lips, and Sophie understood. Peeking around the corner, I saw a woman wearing a Forrester, Forrester and Cork polo shirt carrying a tote bag.

“ Somnuroa ,” I muttered quietly, pointing to the woman and focusing all of my energy on her. I felt a streak of energy coursing through me, exiting my finger and heading straight toward the woman. Instantly she began to fall backward. I ran and caught her, incredibly thankful that she was light.

“Come help me,” I hissed at Sophie, who ran out and helped me drag her back and into the closet. If anyone came in now, we were going to have a lot of explaining to do.

“I still can’t believe this is your plan,” Sophie hissed.

“Well there isn’t much we can do about it now, is there?” I replied. “Plus, it’s not like you’ve got a better idea.”

“Fine,” Sophie finally relented.

“ Recludaro ,” I whispered at the closet lock quietly, pointing my finger at it. The burst of energy flowed from me once more, and I heard a click inside the lock mechanics. The spell worked. Opening the closet door, Sophie and I slipped the woman inside of it, careful not to hit her head on anything.

“I feel like we’re crossing a line here,” Sophie whispered.

“I feel like you sound like Charlotte,” I complained. “If we went with an invisibility spell or whatever instead of the transforming spell, we’d never get the information we need. We need to be the people that other people in the office will actually talk to. Now quick, have a look in her purse and find out who she is. You’re going to be her for the day.”

Sophie rummaged through the lady’s purse and pulled out a wallet, checking the name on the ID.

“Annie Barclay. Looks like I’m going to be an associate lawyer for the day.”

“Do you know anything about the law?”

“Nope.”

“Well, I hope you’re good at making it up on the spot,” I said. “Now quick, go grab her hand. I need the two of you to be touching for the spell to work.”

Sophie did as instructed. “I’ll do the same thing that Charlotte did last time. The spell should last for two hours, but no more than two hours.”

“Are you sure you’re going to do it right?” Sophie asked.

“Well, Charlotte is a lot better at it than me, and it’s been a while, but it should be fine.”

“It should be fine. That’s what everyone wants to hear just before they’re about to be magically shape-shifted into someone else’s body.”

“Oh shut up,” I murmured, closing the closet door behind us. This was one of those moments I definitely didn’t want anyone to interrupt. I turned the flashlight on my phone on for a bit of light, and then focused on Sophie and Annie.

“Corporoa transitora duo horoas .”

I put every single inch of power I had into focusing on the spell. I didn’t say it to Sophie, but I hadn’t ever actually body switched anyone before, even though I knew the spell for it. The burst of energy that flew out of me was stronger than anything I’d ever felt before. Sophie and Annie were enveloped in a white light, and I prayed with every ounce of my being that this worked. If I’d screwed it up and had to call Charlotte to fix it, she would never, ever let me hear the end of it.

Thankfully, a minute later I saw Sophie lying unconscious on the ground, and Annie was magically back up and awake.

“Woah! That’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen,” the girl who looked like Annie but I knew was my best friend said, looking at her hands.

“Really? Cooler than when you got turned into an eagle, or when we were invisible?”

“Fine, it’s in the top three. Now what about you?”

“Now we have to wait for someone else who works at the law firm to decide to come to work via the stairs,” I replied. “Hopefully it’ll be quick, since we only have two hours.”

Luckily for the both of us, about three minutes later we heard the creak of the stairway door opening once more. As soon as Sophie saw who it was, she had to cover her mouth to stop from laughing. I threw her a dirty look.