Ghost Soldier by Evelyn Klebert

Author:Evelyn Klebert [Klebert, Evelyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: Paranormal, Investigation
Goodreads: 15710623
Publisher: Ebook
Published: 2012-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Ellen and I sat on a small cement bench just outside of the PX silently eating our Nutty Buddies. The PX was essentially a small brick building that housed a mini grocery store inside the barracks. The day was warm but was fading just as our energy was. We consumed our melting ice cream with the heavy knowledge that just round the corner was an unknown mountain to climb.

“Oh I hope that’s not your dinner,” came a familiar female voice.

We both glanced up into the remarkably animated face of Mathilda Vance. “Might be,” I grinned. In fact, just at the moment it felt a bit like a last meal.

She squiggled in a bit aggressively onto the little spot on the bench that Ellen had left between herself and the edge. In a heavy whisper, she asked, “How’s the ghost hunting going?”

Ellen looked at her a little blankly. Evidently that last encounter with Captain Beale had drained all the cheerfulness out of her. “Oh, we found some.”

Her dark eyes widened, “Really? In Number Four?”

“They’re all in Number Four. Step right up, folks. Start booking your paranormal group tours today, while supplies last.”

Mathilda narrowed her eyes and arched those freaky eyebrows a bit. “Why are they gathered in one place?”

I shrugged, “Beats me.”

“It’s an unusual phenomena for sure,” Ellen said.

“Something odd happened here on this plane as well,” Mathilda said. “Security had to break up a ruckus in the NCO, non-commisioned officers club. Huge fight broke out over practically nothing.”

Ellen frowned turning to me, “That’s not good. Things are deteriorating.”

Mathilda eyed her curiously, “Any idea why?”

Ellen smiled. She still had the remnants of her ice cream glossing her lips. Kind of made me want to kiss her. Well, maybe not. “Not yet Mathilda, but we’re getting there.”

She nodded, standing up and reaching into her rather large brown hand bag. “Here’s my card in case you come up with anything you need.”

I took it out of her hand and silently read the curling script, “Mathilda Vance. Historian and Chief Archivist at Jackson Barracks Military Museum.” I wondered if there were any other archivists involved.

“Thanks, Mathilda,” Ellen said.

She smiled. “ I have a feeling about you two. I think you’ll figure this out.” She walked away in her jaunty style.

“I wish I were that convinced.”

“You know it’s the negative energy making us feel particularly depressed.”

“Oh, I thought it was the futility of our endeavor and the ruined vacation and the fact that we hit the bed and fell right asleep.”

She sighed, “We just need to regroup and strategize a bit.”

“I don’t like the idea of taking you back into that house.”

She patted my hand. “I know, but what we need is some distance.”

A strange expression crossed Ellen’s face, something akin to a light bulb moment. Then in one fell swoop she scooped Mathilda’s card out of my hand and pulled her cell phone out of her pocket.

“What are you doing?”

She held her hand up waiting for the call to go through. “Mathilda? Hi, it’s Ellen Drew.

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