An Ex to Grind in Deadwood (Deadwood Humorous Mystery Book 5) by Ann Charles

Author:Ann Charles [Charles, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: The Deadwood Mystery Series
Publisher: Ann Charles
Published: 2014-08-27T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

All the way up the hill into Lead I dodged and weaved. Unfortunately it wasn’t because of any other traffic, but rather a butt load of questions from Honey and Dickie about the blood-splattered history of the Carhart house. I made sure to skip over my bit part in the various tragedies that had been acted out there.

What I really needed was silence. I wanted to prepare for how I was going to make sure Prudence the ghost didn’t actually join our party today while Dickie did his best to lure her out. Unlike Lilly Devine’s place, I had a feeling it wouldn’t matter at the Carhart house that Dickie wasn’t as much of a medium as he said he was. His being open-minded about the possibility of paranormal activity would be all Prudence needed to get her toe in the door.

“What a lovely place,” Honey said after I pulled into the Carhart driveway and cut the Subaru’s engine. “Is it as pretty on the inside as out?”

I smiled at her in the rearview mirror. “It’s a beautiful house,” I answered with my old mantra.

I stared through the front windshield at the buttercream colored Gothic-Revival style house with its steeply pitched roof and even steeper cross gables. The Carhart family had meticulously maintained the place over the last few decades. I admired the house’s elegant lines and point-arched windows that were emphasized by a fresh coat of chocolate-colored trim paint. In spite of all that had happened in there, the place had a nineteenth century charm that still shined through.

I looked up at the attic window. There was nobody standing there looking out, but I knew that Prudence waited inside; I just couldn’t see her. Thinking about that gave me a rash of chills. I dropped my hands from the steering wheel before Honey noticed my goosebumps.

“If you two are ready, I’ll take you on a tour of the house.” The lockbox still hung from the front door, and I knew the code by heart. Wanda was staying with her sister until closer to the final move-out date. She’d left most of the furnishings in the place for now, according to what she had told me on the phone a week ago.

“I can’t wait to see the inside,” Honey said, shoving open the door.

I could. The plush shag rugs, birch floors, stained glass, and impressive staircase had lost their appeal.

“You say this place is haunted?” Dickie asked as we climbed the porch steps.

“That’s the rumor,” I told him, punching in the code. I held open the door and followed them inside. The place smelled like caramel mixed with vanilla today. My sweet tooth panged in my mouth. “I have a favor to ask of you two.”

“Sure,” Honey said, digging her video camera out.

I wasn’t sure how to make this request without creating more questions, so I spit it out. “Don’t touch me while we’re in here.”

I shut the door and locked it.

They both turned, frowning at me in unison.

Jinx, I thought.

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