Ghost Killer by Robin D. Owens

Author:Robin D. Owens
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Penguin Group, USA
Published: 2014-12-08T16:00:00+00:00

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ZACH JERKED HIS chin at the waiter. “By him or everyone else?”

“Yes. No one told us Caden acted.”

“Mrs. Flinton might not know, or it didn’t mean anything to her. Think about the video we first saw and that child. Did it look like he was acting?”

A pause while Clare stabbed into her salad, chewed crispy vegetables.

“No,” she said. “Except maybe a little today, woebegone behind that schoolyard fence.”

“He wanted Enzo to stay with him. I believe a ghost seer boy would think a ghost dog companion was really cool.”

“Yes.”

“And this can explain why people don’t believe him as much.”

Clare’s frown remained when she looked at him straight again. “People don’t believe he sees ghosts because it is not rational that people see ghosts.”

“Still struggling with the disrespect thing,” Zach murmured.

She ate some more before answering. “It will take time for me to accept people don’t believe me, don’t respect what I do, what I can do.”

“You’ll always be considered a fake or a con by most people upon first meeting you, before they know what you can do.”

“That’s right. And it will take time to become accustomed to that.” She appeared to consider the matter while she ate more of her salad and Zach crunched through a great tasting taco.

“It’s been three weeks and two days since I saw my first ghost.” A lost note in her voice had Zach reaching for her hand again. Lost. Her former life, her former self.

She swallowed, didn’t look at him. From the way she held her face he thought she might be beating back tears. Her voice was thick when she said, “I think I’m allowed to mourn a career of a decade, a career I’d planned and studied for, for at least . . . two months?”

The words flicked like a whip on his own raw spot, reminding him of the dark, dark days when he’d awakened in the hospital knowing his foot would never work right again. Knowing his own career as a field law enforcement officer was kaput. And he’d mourned that for a lot longer than Clare had.

It had taken meeting her, learning of her similar shadows, and some harsh words for him to yank himself into a new reality.

Better that he changed the subject. Making his tone as light as possible under the circumstances, he said, “You’ve gotta hand it to the kid.”

She looked up at him with tears filmed over her pretty hazel eyes, and a distant look in them.

“Caden, you’ve got to hand it to Caden. Going the artistic route, the actor route.” Zach managed not to wince. He didn’t know actors. They were probably okay guys. Zach coughed. “Anyway, if Caden is an actor, maybe folks will cut him a break when he’s found ‘talking to himself.’”

“Talking to ghosts,” Clare said.

Zach nodded. “Easier to explain. People expect stuff like that from actors and other folks in the arts.

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