Ghost Light Killer by Dahlia Donovan

Author:Dahlia Donovan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing

Sixteen

Dannel

“I could be having pizza right now.” Dannel shifted uncomfortably in the chair. He stared across the auditorium to where Osian sat. “Warm, cheesy, delicious slices of Italian brilliance.”

The police had arrived quite quickly when Chris called and hadn’t been pleased or surprised to find Osian and Dannel in the middle of their investigation. Then again, who expected to find a body in the basement?

Anyone who’s ever watched a true crime show on the telly?

Or listened to our podcast?

After cordoning off the stairs for the second time, Haider had separated the three of them in the auditorium. Chris sat near the stage, Osian lorded it up in one of the boxes, and Dannel slumped into the back row near the exit. Far enough from each other talking wasn’t going to be an issue.

He hadn’t thought to remove their phones, so it didn’t take long for them to join a group chat.

Osian: In retrospect, getting pizza first would’ve been a wise decision.

Dannel: Think Haider will let us order in? Bet we could get some delivered. I’m starving.

Chris: We found a dead body. Could you two try to focus?

Osian: Yeah, Bond, I’m fully aware. My stomach isn’t.

Chris: I’m not James Bond.

Osian: If the shoe fits.

Dannel: Is he the same size as Daniel Craig?

Osian: Not the point.

“What part of don’t talk amongst yourself did you miss?” Haider stepped into the auditorium from the exit by the stage. “I can hear you muttering up there, Garey. Don’t protest your innocence. You’re like teenagers sent to sit outside the headmistress’s office, whispering amongst yourselves. Quit sending notes.”

“No whispering was involved,” Dannel insisted.

“Typing, then.”

With a roll of his eyes, Haider waved them all over. Osian disappeared through the door of his box and reappeared a minute later behind the detective. They followed Haider down the hall through to the lobby.

“I’m heading to the station. Can I give you a lift?”

“Polite yet firm way of saying we’re about to be interrogated.” Osian draped an arm across Dannel’s shoulders. “So, who was the poor sod under the flats?”

“Flats?”

“Stage backdrops,” Dannel answered Haider’s question.

Haider glanced between the three men. He seemed to consider his answer for a moment. “Niall Bishop.”

Dannel started in surprise. He exchanged a look with Osian, who appeared equally shocked. “Niall?”

Is this why Archie was at the theatre?

Without even asking, Dannel knew Osian was considering the same thought. Archie had run off when Osian spotted him. Had there been a more sinister reason for his presence at the Evelyn Lavelle?

Something odd was definitely going on at the theatre. Three murders. Seemingly unconnected. Plus a ghost. Was it all the same person?

Had Niall killed Birdie?

“I haven’t killed anyone.”

Dannel tuned back in to the conversation as Osian’s voice rose. “What?”

“This numpty asked if we had anything to do with it.” Osian folded his arms across his chest, glowering at the detective.

“Standard questions I’ve got to ask everyone,” Haider insisted. “Please don’t make this more difficult.”

Difficult, when Osian was his regular self, was the default setting. Dannel didn’t think Haider would find that comforting.

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