Ghost of a Chance (Karma Marx Book 1) by Katie MacAlister

Author:Katie MacAlister [MacAlister, Katie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal, women sleuth, ghost, cozy mystery, dark humor, amateur sleuth, paranormal mystery, mystery, katie macalister
Publisher: Racing Pigeon Productions
Published: 2016-06-04T22:00:00+00:00

13

“Now, Adam, don’t be takin’ on like that. If’n yer havin’ a party, I’d be happy to have a wee chat with yer friends. I’ve been sleepin’... What year is this?”

“It’s 2008. Go back to sleep,” Adam ordered, storming over to where Savannah sat with an astonished, if joyful, expression. “And next time, pick someone else’s house to take a nap in.”

“Fine welcome that is from me own flesh and blood.” The elder Adam had quite an Irish accent. I couldn’t help feeling sorry for the younger version. The old man had a roguish twinkle in his eye that was apparent despite the wispy nature of his materialization. “It’s been years, lad. How is your work comin’ along? The last yer grandam and I heard, ye was workin’ for the government.”

“I still am,” Adam said, his shoulders slumping in resignation.

“How come she can summon a ghost?” Pixie asked me in a whisper, her eyes narrowed on Savannah. “I thought the house was sealed.”

“It is. I suspect the gentleman there was dormant.”

She gave me a blank look.

“It’s another word for sleeping. Polters and spirits can lay dormant for decades so long as they’re not disturbed. But you should know that.”

She rolled her eyes.

“This is your grandfather?” Savannah asked, beaming with happiness at the spirit. “How do you do, sir? I am Savannah Bane, president of the Psychical Mysteries Society. We’re delighted you decided to grace us with your presence. Would you mind if I took a few pictures of you?”

“Not at all, dearie. Me left is me best side.” Adam senior turned and struck a dramatic pose.

Savannah muttered something about hoping she had enough film left as she dug her camera out of her purse, then quickly took a few shots.

“All right, you’ve said hello and had your picture taken. Now go back to sleep,” Adam ordered.

“He always was an impatient lad,” the old man confided to Savannah, much to her delight. “Now then, me boy, ye’re not even goin’ to tell me about how yer grandam is gettin’ on?”

Adam raised his eyes heavenward for a moment. “She’s fine. She is very busy.”

“Raisin’ hell, as always, I’ll wager,” the ghost cackled, slapping his leg. “Raisin’ hell, ye get it? Ah, boy, it’s good to see ye.”

“I want to sleep for decades,” Pixie announced. “I don’t want to wake up until all the teachers at school are long gone.”

“Eh?” The spirit spun around to look at her. “Who be ye, then?”

“Morbent Vixen,” she answered.

“I thought it was Obsidian Angel,” my father said.

The look she gave him was one of pure scorn. “That’s so half an hour ago. I changed it to something better.”

The old spirit eyed her for a few seconds before turning back to his grandson. “This be yer woman, boy? She’s a bit on the young side.”

Adam bore the air of one well persecuted. “She’s not my woman. She’s fifteen, and the ward of Karma.”

“Karma?” The ghost squinted as he looked at the rest of us, his gaze finally settling on me.

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