Drowning at the Diner (Nightmare, Arizona Paranormal Cozy Mysteries Book 2) by Beth Dolgner

Author:Beth Dolgner [Dolgner, Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Redglare Media
Published: 2023-06-12T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“You mean Tanner and McCrory?” I asked incredulously.

“Of course,” Malcolm said. “They might have killed each other in a shootout, but these days, they make a pretty good team. I’m sure they’d be happy to help us.”

The first time I had seen the ghosts of the two cowboys, they had glided right through a wall. I could see why Malcolm thought they were our best bet for getting a look at that spear.

“Let’s get them now,” I suggested. “We’re all off work tonight since the haunt is closed, and Claw is at dinner with Jeff. If we hurry, we can get back here so the ghosts can take a look around before Claw returns.”

It was Malcolm’s turn to be on watch at the campsite, so Fiona and Zach were heading back to the Sanctuary. Zach was driving a beat-up blue truck, but Fiona asked to ride with me since I was following in my car. “I like air-conditioning,” Fiona explained. “We didn’t have it when I lived in Ireland, but then again, it didn’t get so hot there.”

It only took us about fifteen minutes to get to the Sanctuary. As soon as the three of us walked through the front doors, Fiona began to wail. I clamped my hands over my ears and felt tears spring to my eyes. Her tone rose and fell, but it always stayed at a painfully high pitch.

When Fiona fell silent again, I asked in a quaking voice, “Are you done?”

“Oh, I should have warned you. That’s how I call Tanner and McCrory.”

Sure enough, the two cowboys were floating down the staircase. Butch Tanner had apparently been an outlaw back in the late eighteen hundreds, when Nightmare was a booming copper mining town. He wore a red bandana over his nose and mouth, and his tan duster floated in a nonexistent wind. Connor McCrory wore a black duster over his white shirt and black trousers, and he had a matching black cowboy hat. Even though he looked like some kind of Wild West villain, complete with a big bushy mustache, I knew from seeing a reenactment of the shootout that McCrory had been the lawman trying to keep Nightmare safe.

“Hello, Miss Fiona,” McCrory said as he came to a stop in front of us. “Zach. Ma’am.”

I giggled, partly from nerves and partly from being addressed so formally. And by a ghost, no less. “You can call me Olivia. It’s nice to meet you both.”

Tanner winked at me and pulled down his bandana for just a moment, revealing a tanned, weather-beaten face. He had a cleft in his chin and a mischievous smile. “Nice to meet you, Miss Olivia.”

“We need your help, if you’re willing,” Fiona said. “Olivia is trying to clear a friend of hers from murder charges.”

McCrory’s lips turned down under his dark mustache. “Do you think your friend has been falsely accused?” he asked me.

“I do. There’s some evidence to suggest she killed the new dishwasher at The Lusty Lunch Counter, but several of us believe the evidence was faked in order to make her look guilty.

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