Love Street Detectives Volume 2

By L H Westerlund

The Love Street Detectives are back! This second instalment is following along with the daily lives of Anemone and her twin sister Bluebell; as they keep helping out the magical population of London from their shop on the magical Love Street.

Along with them as ever, is the powerful old witch Spider, and together they solve magical mysteries, keep the lurking monsters away; and work together to save the life of someone they all hold very dear.

This is the second volume of the series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: L H Westerlund
• Release date: Dec 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215824238

L H Westerlund

L. H. Westerlund is the author of the "University Strange" and "Love Street Detectives" series, and also writes the "Truth about Monsters" series for children.She is originally Scandinavian, but lives in London, where she is currently finishing up her next book!

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Love Street Detectives

Volume 2

By L. H. Westerlund

Copyright 2023 L. H. Westerlund

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To my mother, Ida - I could never have gotten this far without you!

To my Demon, Elena - For continuing to patiently edit each of these books.

And to my found family in Camden - For letting me borrow you as characters. (I’m not killing anybody off, I promise.)

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter One - On The Corner Of Love Street

Chapter Two - That’s Not Even Unexpected

Chapter Three - I Mean There’s Bound To Be A Spell For It

Chapter Four - Rebels

Chapter Five - Bad Advice

Chapter Six - Some Incredibly Unfair Circumstances

Chapter Seven - Poor Alexander Has To Open His Mind Again

Chapter Eight - It Makes Sense If You Think About It

Chapter Nine - There Is Always Someone Scarier Than You

Chapter Ten - Death Can Be Kind Of Helpful

Chapter Eleven - At Least The Magical Phone Tree Works

Chapter Twelve - No More Disasters Please

Chapter Thirteen - Thirteen’s The Charm

Chapter Fourteen - This Is Not Actually A Problem, Never Mind A Disaster

Chapter Fifteen - What’s Going On Here Exactly?

Chapter Sixteen - There Might Just Be A Tiny Disaster

Chapter Seventeen - This Is Probably Not A Good Idea

Chapter Eighteen - The Only Answer To Broken Bones

Chapter Nineteen - Pain Is (Kinda) A Person

Chapter Twenty - Nobody Said Anything Was Easy

Chapter Twenty-One - Family Is Everything

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Chapter One – On the Corner of Love Street

The pond at the corner of Love Street and St George’s park, lay just under the furthest branch of the large tree that framed one side of the park gates. The tree was beautiful, of considerable age and exactly that kind of sprawling disposition that makes you want to climb one.

The pond itself was quite small, but not tiny, usually shallow with one deep spot. If it hadn’t been hidden away at Love Street, onto which only believers made it very far, it would since long have been an internet sensation. Especially since this was the heart of London.

Every year, with the very first frost, the pond froze solid, and no matter how warm the November days got, it remained frozen until the heat crept in to stay in spring. Even that was a reasonably new affair, like the digital age – from 1881 to 1991 it had never once thawed before April, or so the stories said. There was actually one exception, but very few people remembered that far back.

Newcomers sometimes thought the ice looked flimsy, but those who used to skate on it never once hesitated, and the ice never failed them.

Across from the pond, in a charming little whitewashed brick building, was the main shop window of the Love Street Detectives. This specific morning, as the frost painted most windows white and the pond glittered in its deeply frozen glory, Anemone Sheerwood could be seen redoing her display. The smaller bow window, as ever, was occupied by her younger twin, though today her head leaned back as if she slept.

As a new customer walked into the store, entering the warmth from the open fireplace, they were met with the usual cheerful greeting from the owner, even from her place in the large window display. Behind the counter, sorting little bags of feathers, was a younger man, though not strictly young, perhaps 34 or 35. He had been a regular for some time, but only recently become Anemone’s boyfriend.

Oliver, as he was called, looked up and smiled as Bluebell suddenly sneezed. Bless you, Blue. You’re not getting a chill over there, are you?

Hmm, Bluebell didn’t open her eyes, but her favourite sound was soft, and almost affectionate. Presumably, it had to do with how happy he made her twin sister.

Hm, the sharper sound came from another source, as Spider had directed the customer towards what they were looking for, almost before they knew it themselves, and turned to him instead. She’s not. There’s a spell for that.

Of course there is, Anemone’s soft voice coincided exactly with the same words, spoken in the pleasant baritone of her boyfriend since three months. The long overdue pair looked at each other and laughed.

Hmm-hmm, Bluebell sounded distinctly amused, but there was still fondness in her smile. She had yet to open her eyes.

Woof! Spider let out a snort, shaking her head, as the hellhound in the guise of a Golden Retriever – whom the sisters had named Naiad – trotted up to put her head against Oliver’s leg. Obligingly, he scratched her ear.

I know, Bluebell mumbled insightfully, turning her head a tiny bit and settling to go back to sleep. She talks like me.

Monosyllabic but still understandable, Oliver smiled and winked at Anemone. Does sound like someone we know.

Equally as expressive, but I do believe the dog has more sounds. Spider chuckled again, settling in her chair and opening her book of the day as Oliver rang up their customer, who had been busy browsing ingredients he had never heard of. As they left, he looked at the store receipt and questioned what on earth