A Ghostly Mortality: A Ghostly Southern Mystery (Ghostly Southern Mysteries) by Tonya Kappes

Author:Tonya Kappes [Kappes, Tonya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2017-02-28T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

After the stunt Granny had pulled, I had a massive headache. I let Jack Henry get Granny settled at the inn to sleep off her drunken stupor while I went back to take a nap.

The knock at the door woke me up. I rolled to my side and looked at the clock. The ghost cat was snugged into a tiny ball on a pillow. It was seven o’clock at night and I had slept the day away. Stress did funny things to people and I was still exhausted. Mentally.

The knock got louder.

“Hey.” Jack Henry stood on the other side. The warmth in his smile was in the tone of his voice. “I let you have some space today. I figured you needed it, so I brought you dinner.” He held up a familiar brown sack.

“Chinese.” A happy sigh escaped my lips and my stomach growled. I stepped back and held the door open. “Get in here.”

“You go sit in the family room and I’ll go grab some paper plates from the kitchen.” Jack’s voice was stern. On his way down the hall, he called over my shoulder, “You wouldn’t believe how many calls I’ve had about leads and the one-million-dollar reward.”

I flipped the light on and sat on the couch, putting the sack on the coffee table. My mouth watered from the smell of the Chinese food. I pushed my bangs out of the way, giving my forehead a good scratch. I was beginning to wonder if I might be allergic to the cat, even though it’d been around a few days.

“I even got a call about some evidence in a pumpkin patch in the country.” He laughed, walking back in with a couple paper plates and two wineglasses.

“I can only imagine the calls.” I laughed, thinking about Jack tromping through a pumpkin patch.

I smiled up at him. His brows furrowed and his hands dropped with the plates and glasses by his side.

“What?” I asked.

“What happened to your face?” He bent down between my legs and took a good look. I put my hands on my face. “You have some sort of rash.”

I sprang up and ran into the hall to look in the mirror over the hallway table. The small dots trailed along my forehead, down my temple and across my chin. I rubbed my hand over my face as though I was going to rub it away.

“What are you doing?” I asked Jack who was standing behind me on his cell phone.

“I’m calling Doc Clyde.”

“I’m sure it’s stress.” I leaned closer to the mirror and continued to rub, saying to myself because Jack walked down the hall to talk, “Or the cat.”

“He said he’s on his way.” Jack held my chin in his fingers and tilted my head closer to the light to get a better look. Carefully and softly, he ran the pad of his finger along the rash. A cute puppy dog look on his face melted my heart. “Does it itch?”

“I was itching earlier in the hearse.

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