Crossroads (Peri Jean Mace Ghost Thrillers Book 7) by Catie Rhodes

Author:Catie Rhodes
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Long Roads and Dark Ends Press
Published: 2017-04-16T06:00:00+00:00

MYSTI, whose pale cheeks were the only hint of what she’d just seen, was telling the others about our ordeal when Wade and I walked back into the larger room. I wobbled back to the séance table and fell into a chair.

“Okay?” He stooped over me. “Want a Coke?”

In Texas, all soft drinks are called Coke. Wade was offering me my choice of anything the vending machine had. I dug in my pocket for a dollar. “Something clear.”

“They’ve got canned seltzer water.” Jadine leapt from her chair and led the way to the drink machine. Wade followed. The two of them had an overly long conversation by the drink machine. Brad watched, cheeks reddening.

My cheeks got hot too. Much as I hadn’t wanted Brad coming onto Jadine, I wanted Wade flirting with her even less. My panties still burned mighty hot for Wade Hill. Didn’t matter he’d told me no way ever. I silently willed Bradley to get his narrow ass up and go over there. He didn’t, and Wade brought me back a can of lime-flavored seltzer water. I nodded my thanks and opened it.

Cecil put one shaking hand over mine. “I’ve never seen anything like that. Never want to again.” He removed his hand and used it to massage his chest. Was he getting ready to keel over from a heart attack? This whole thing was taking so much out of all of us.

Cecil took his hand off his chest. His shoulders straightened, and he cleared his throat. “Do we agree the tiles Samantha and her brother took are the stolen items the Coachman demanded?”

We all nodded. Brad took out his phone and approached the table. Cecil turned and raised his eyebrows. Brad showed him the picture of Jeremy, the jerk who’d stolen Tyler’s map.

“This must be how the Coachman managed to come back,” Cecil muttered.

“But how did that little punk know to call the Coachman?” This part kept hanging me up. None of the legends Tyler talked about mentioned the tiles.

Griff pulled out his phone and began tapping the screen. “I’ve been thinking about this tile since I saw the one in that picture. It seemed so familiar. Then I remembered I ran into a similar object years ago.” He turned to Mysti. “Do you remember the first time you consulted with me?”

Her eyes widened. “I sure do. The Ingermann case. That camera.” She spoke to the rest of us. “These people had bought an old property out in the Hill Country, the site of two separate mass killings. Their son found a camera in the attic. It had a similar mark carved on its case. Soon after, he began disappearing for hours with an invisible playmate. One day, the mother got a glimpse of him walking out the door holding the hand of this…how did she describe her?” She nodded at Griff.

“Murder fairy,” Griff supplied immediately. “She hired me to investigate. The whole thing was beyond my skill set. I hired Mysti. We discovered this evil

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