Ghost Huntress Book 6: The Journey by Marley Gibson

Author:Marley Gibson
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: TKA Distribution
Published: 2012-10-29T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Talk about feeling inadequate and unnecessary.

The rest of our time in London is nothing but The Christian Campbell Show. All day. Every day.

It’s not that I need to be the center of attention. Not at all. But I would like to feel useful and that’s just not the case now that Oliver has shifted the focus of our summer tour to promoting Christian and getting him as much press as possible.

Right now, I’m sitting next to Patrick in the front row of the audience of at least a hundred and fifty people here at London’s Bridewell Theatre. Christian is performing a gallery reading to suckers, err, I mean people who paid fifty euros each to see if one of their relatives or deceased loved ones comes through to the teen psychic who’s been all over the news, tabloids, and newspapers. I even had a comment on my Facebook page from Courtney Langdon back home totally freaking out that I know Christian Campbell and can I get his autograph for her.

Umm, no.

According to The London Mirror, the Scottish Clairvoyant has “taken the world by storm” and now people are coming out of the woodwork—ha, get it…Ouija boards are made of wood—saying they, too, have heard from an entity named Dojo.

I just don’t buy it.

But here I sit. Participating. Smiling. Supporting. Listening.

Christian, wearing a black silk shirt opened a little bit too much at the neck and a pair of two hundred dollar jeans, paces in front of the audience with his fingers tented together.

“I should have slept in today,” Jason mutters from behind me. “This is craptastic.”

I shush him, although I agree whole-heartedly.

Christian points to the end of the second row where an elderly woman sits with a walker propped next to her. She’s clutching her rosaries. “I’m sensing someone right here with health issues.”

Jason and Celia chortle at the same time and I cough to cover their guffaw.

“What was his first clue?” Jason whispers. “Couldn’t have been her crutch.”

“I’m getting an M name, attached to a B name. Anyone?”

Six hands go up, including the elderly lady. “My name is Mary and my husband was Bernard.” She pronounces it like “burn-erd.”

Okay, an M name attached to a B name… Mary and Bernard. I’ll give him that one. Sort of.

He approaches her closely, nodding. “Bernard is on the other side, isn’t he?”

She gasps and bobs her head.

“And he was strong in his Catholic faith.”

Again, a yes.

Christian kneels next to her. “I’m sensing a circulatory issue in your legs, Mary. Bernard wants you to make sure you listen to your doctors and do as they say.”

She sniffles. “Yes, yes…”

“And he stresses to me that he’s in a good place and he’s very happy.”

Tears fill Mary’s eyes and I want to go smack Christian for manipulating this woman. He stares down at her shirt and I notice what he’s obviously seeing. She’s covered in cat hair all over her black blouse.

“He’s mentioning a family pet,” Christian says. “A pussy cat.”

“Yes! Mr. Sparkles,” Mary exclaims.

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