The country club.
The more appealing twin of the yacht club.
Still, as evil, as it was with its earthy spell that attracted the shady business people.
Regardless, in the lush and massive land it occupied, one could find plenty of activities to do, unlike the yacht club. Golf was the most popular one, tennis was an easy second while some just like to hang out around the pool and play cards. Her villain was one of them, who'd run into a business associate and forgotten the whole point of visiting the club this breezy afternoon had been for nothing but to catch Tanner O'Connell without his securities.
Well, she worked better alone anyways!
Then again, the activities in the country club could be quite distractive. Well, Yves Ward owned these lands after all, and the man just knew how to make people stay here forever and suck their souls slowly for his collection, probably. Macy liked to think she was immune to the dark magic. So far, the pool was a hard no, and the heart of the club, the golf course, got easily disregarded by her, the running contest people had joined with their families seemed funny to watch, but she resisted. It was also her lucky day because there were no scavenger hunts for the day, which was something they did here according to the catalog. Yet she was extremely unprepared for the nostalgically funny feeling something had given her:
Archery field.
It turned out even the most powerful entities, like herself, couldn't escape Yves Ward's carefully-plotted, detailed curse because gods knew her mission of 'Find the White Rabbit' flew over her mind and crashed one of those targets right in the bull's eye the moment when the staff member in a white and red polo shirt and shorts asked if she wanted to try it out.
Well, perhaps, Avra wasn't the only one who missed Eros.
The next thing she knew was that... she kinda sucked at it.
No, that was an understatement.
From the distance, she probably looked as if she'd a feud against those trees, which her arrow seemed to like.
She tried everything, only to get disappointed since the gods of archery weren't on her side.
She asked a confirmation from the gods and whatever spirits were with her, telling them if she could hit the target, that would mean they could solve this thirty-year-old case just fine.
It missed the spot, quite gloriously, leaping through the fence.
Then, she asked something else, internally saying to herself that if she could hit the target, that would mean the murderer was someone they didn't know.
It flew beside the target. Again.
A low groan escaping her throat, she glanced at the sky and telepathically communicated with the gods, telling them if she could hit it, that would be a validation that they were on the right path.
But, nope! This time, it almost killed a trespasser and earned a gasp from the couple trying archery a few meters away from her.
She wasn't just terrible at archery, she was also doomed since all her questions seemed to have horrible answers!
After her miserable eighth attempt, Macy decided to be delusional and was fully convinced that Yves Ward hadn't just cursed these clubs, but he also enchanted the arrows so that she'd spent the rest of her life there, trying to hit the target. Just what in the—
"If you are interested, there is an instructor inside the building, and I can call him here."
See? She was right about that theory. He just wanted to keep people in his club forever.
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Call It Business ( Book 3 of 'Call It' Series )
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