A Ghost to Die For by Elizabeth Eagan-Cox

Author:Elizabeth Eagan-Cox [Eagan-Cox, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Fantasy
ISBN: 9781613860809
Google: NdN2MAEACAAJ
Amazon: 1613860803
Barnesnoble: 1613860803
Goodreads: 17233677
Publisher: Cambridge Books
Published: 1012-08-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

I woke in the dead of night, in the wee hours of Sunday morning and sat up in bed. I had heard a whisper, hadn’t I? Atlas was still curled up on my bed, softly snoozing. Not even my abrupt movement to sit up had disturbed him. I took this measure of safety into account and reasoned that under no circumstance could a person or animal be near at hand without Atlas knowing about them. And yet, I sensed that the room was not right. In total darkness, I held my breath and waited, listening to the normal sounds of the house, the little bit of automobile traffic outside and to Atlas sleeping, and to the pounding of my heart. The whispering sound was in my office. I exhaled softly and then, as quietly as I could manage, I extracted myself from the bedcovers and tiptoed the few feet to my office door. I had closed it upon getting into bed, not wanting the temptation of the open door calling to me to come back and work, just a little bit more, just a few more minutes, on the mystery of the paintings. With my ear to the door, I strained to hear the whisperings. Then, summoning every ounce of courage, I opened the door wide and flipped on the light switch.

“What are you doing here?”

Eric Blackthorne, well, the ghost of Eric Blackthorne, to be precise, was sitting at my desk, tapping away on the computer’s keyboard.

“Working on your computer.” Eric did not so much as even look up at me.

“Why wasn’t Atlas tuned into you?” My question got his attention. He stopped and looked at me.

“Why would he need bother with me? Shannon, I helped Alex train him, for all that he cares, I’m a twin master to him.” Eric pulled out the other chair and gestured for me to sit down next to him.

“You’re a ghost, aren’t dogs alarmed by paranormal beings?”

“Technically, and perhaps, even biblically, one would classify me as a supernatural being. I am not a paranormal entity. It is my experience that ghosts are not frightful to creatures, such as dogs, if the ghosts are loved ones. Are you alarmed by me?” Eric asked matter-of-factly.

“Hmm, good point. So far, the only ghosts that have scared me were the ones I would have not like as living persons.”

Eric smiled and once again, the uncanny identical looks to Alex reminded me of the handsome good looks of Blackthorne men, past and present.

“Eric, I heard voices, whisperings. Is, uh, is there another supernatural being here?” I was now sitting right next to him, same closeness of personal space I had shared with Alex earlier in the evening. Eric, like Alex, could not bluff me when I was this close to him and studying his face.

“Yes. Or rather, there was, until you flipped on the lights.”

“And that person would be?”

“Audrey Sinclair.”

My heart pounded, again, could this be for real? “No way, Eric, she is alive, I saw her very recently.

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