Make the Ghost of It (Witch Woods Funeral Home Book 3): (Ghost Cozy Mystery series) by Morgana Best

Author:Morgana Best [Best, Morgana]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Ghost Books
Published: 2016-03-07T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

That night I woke up several times and checked my phone. I had texted Basil to ask him to send me a text when the police released him, even if it was the middle of the night. I woke at dawn, and immediately snatched up my phone. There was no word from Basil. I forced myself to have a shower and make myself look presentable before I went downstairs to make coffee. On the off chance that Basil were to arrive without warning, I didn’t want him to see what I look like first thing in the morning, pre-caffeine. After my first cup of coffee, he still hadn’t called. I stared at the phone once more, willing it to ring.

I had just given up, and had decided to take my mind off it by painting, when the doorbell rang. To my relief, it was Basil. He looked white and drawn. He hadn’t shaven; his hair was sticking out in all directions, and he looked a good ten years older.

“Are you all right?” I said. Before he had time to speak, I added, “Come in and have some coffee.” The machine was still on, so I dropped in a pod. “I’ve been so worried about you. I had no idea what had happened.”

Basil looked puzzled. “I texted you and told you all about it. I got worried when you didn’t reply, so I came over to check on you.”

I looked at my phone. “No, there are no texts.”

Basil pulled his phone from his pocket and scrolled through it. “Oh no, I’m so sorry. I did write a text, but it didn’t send.” He held out his phone to show me.

“I hate it when that happens,” I said. “But did they arrest you? What happened?”

“They didn’t arrest me, but I had to get a lawyer. I didn’t get out of there until three in the morning.”

“But why? What makes them think you did it?”

Basil had been standing, leaning back against the countertop, but now he sat down on a seat and put his head in his hands. “Laurel, I’m Lewis’s main heir.”

“What?” I gasped. “You’re kidding!”

Basil shook his head. “I wish I were.”

“But why you?” I asked him. “I thought you’d hardly seen him since college?”

Basil waved his hands in a gesture of helplessness. “I don’t have a clue. I’ve inherited his accounting firm. “

“But would anyone murder someone if their only motive was that they inherited accounting firm?” I said, scratching my head.

“And a whole lot of money with that,” Basil said, looking somewhat embarrassed. “It turns out that Lewis was a millionaire.”

I took a while to process the information. “Did you know he was a millionaire?”

Basil shrugged. “He was always splashing his money around. I don’t think he ever said he was a millionaire, though. He just said that his parents were very wealthy. Anyway where is he?”

“Actually, I haven’t seen him since the morning of the memorial service,” I admitted. “Next time Ernie shows up, I’ll ask him to go and find Lewis.

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