Night Falls on Predicament Avenue by Jaime Jo Wright

Author:Jaime Jo Wright
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romantic Suspense;Christian fiction;Detective and mystery fiction;Novels;FIC042060;FIC042120;FIC027110
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2024-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

She felt the eyes of the dead watching her as she chewed the skin near her fingernails. One cuticle was already raw and bleeding. Her anxiety was building. This was a bad idea. A very bad idea.

Harper plugged her laptop into a wall outlet. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun. She wore her typical oversized hoodie. Norah wondered if Harper intended to wear the hoodie for as long as she could until it became impossible to hide her secret from her father.

Sebastian had several manila folders. Norah could see the edges of photographs sticking out from one. She sank onto a chair.

Harper glanced up. “You okay?”

Norah nodded, gnawing at her finger.

Sebastian eyed her. “Do you want to look through Isabelle’s case first? There’s not much there, but it’s somethin’ to go on.”

Norah debated for a quick moment, then shook her head. “No. Let’s get it over with.”

“Naomi’s?” Harper verified.

Norah nodded.

Sebastian wasted no time. She wasn’t sure if it was because he was afraid she’d change her mind, or if he wanted to get to it like someone yanking off a Band-Aid.

“There’s nothing in there I haven’t already seen at some point.” Norah voiced her thoughts more to reassure herself than Sebastian or Harper.

“It’s just copies of the reports. A summary of what happened. Suspect list. A few photographs.” Harper began thumbing through the pages.

“I don’t want to see her.” Norah’s eyes burned, and she tilted her head back to look at the ceiling.

“There are no photos of the body in here,” Sebastian said. Whether the police didn’t release them or whether he’d pulled them for her sake, Norah didn’t know, and she didn’t ask.

She lowered her head, eyeing the pages.

Harper closed one of the folders. “Before we look at these, why don’t you tell us what you know—what you remember?” Her voice was soft and reassuring.

Norah nodded. It made sense. Why taint her memories with police reports? Her own testimony might help. Suddenly doubt wrapped its arms around her, tighter than she had wrapped her arms around herself. “I don’t know if I can do this.” She looked between father and daughter. “I mean, how necessary is it? Her case has nothing do with Isabelle Addington’s and what happened here in 1901. Mrs. Miller hasn’t filed a lawsuit against me for Isabelle’s ghost and Mr. Miller’s death. Naomi’s murder has nothing to do with your podcast, and . . .” Norah was rambling, the words spilling out faster and faster. She couldn’t sift through her emotions, her thoughts. The entire situation was—

“Norah.” Sebastian lowered himself into a crouch in front of where she sat. His calming voice urged her to meet his eyes. “Here’s what we know. Two murders in Shepherd, both with ties to this place. Both with the name of Anderson somehow tied to the victims. An’ now you had a guest pass away here an’ people sayin’ they saw Isabelle’s ghost—who you think you saw a few nights ago. An’ then your sister’s library card showin’ up out of nowhere.

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