Seance on a Summer's Night by Seance on a Summer's Night

Author:Seance on a Summer's Night [MM] (retail) (epub)
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay gothic, ghost story, gay mystery, gay romance
Publisher: Josh Lanyon
Published: 2018-11-18T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

A solitary police car was pulling out of the tall iron gates as I reached the turnoff for Green Lanterns.

As the blue-and-white-marked vehicle passed me, I thought I recognized Police Chief Kingsland, and felt a flash of unease. I remembered what Tarrant had said about local gossip the night I arrived. Did people really believe the investigation into Ogden’s death had been cursory because the Kingslands were longtime friends of Aunt H.’s?

And was Kingsland taking another look at Aunt H. because of that gossip? Was he going to reopen the case? After Aunt H.’s vague comments about bearing responsibility in Ogden’s death, the possibility seemed real—and alarming.

I returned Aunt H.’s baby-blue Chevrolet Bel Air to the garage and turned off the engine. Seamus came down the circular staircase as I was climbing out from behind the wheel.

“Hey there,” he called in greeting.

“Hi,” I called back briskly. “Was that Police Chief Kingsland?”

The briskness was because of the annoying way my heart jumped in recognition every time I spotted Seamus. I’d tried with only moderate success to forget all about that kiss we’d shared after the first séance. I did not want to be distracted when I already had so much on my mind—let alone be distracted by someone I didn’t completely trust.

Completely trust? I didn’t trust Seamus at all.

I did believe him when he swore he had not dropped the glove during the séance. And—maybe this was weird, but it was true—I believed him when he said he intended no harm to me. I was less certain about his intending no harm to Aunt H., partly because he hadn’t sounded particularly convinced on that point. Seamus was definitely up to something. And it was enough of a something that he had government agencies like San Francisco’s Parks and Rec Department willing and ready to help him fake his references.

Was he a cop? He didn’t seem like a cop, but beyond Chief Kingsland, I hadn’t had a lot of experience with the police. If he was undercover law enforcement, what the hell was he investigating at Green Lanterns? Ogden’s death? Was he here to try and nab Aunt H. for doing away with Husband #2?

He came to meet me, saying, “She purrs like a kitten, doesn’t she?”

“Who?”

He nodded at the Bel Air.

I appreciate a nice piece of well-oiled machinery, but I’m not what you would call a car guy. Also, I know when I’m being sidetracked. “Was that Chief Kingsland I saw pulling out the front gate when I arrived?” I repeated.

Seamus hesitated. It was fleeting, but it’s my job to pay attention to dramatic beats, and there was most certainly a pause in the dialogue.

“Yeah, it was,” he said very casually, meeting my eyes.

I didn’t think we were having a particularly meaningful conversation, so it was a little disconcerting how hard it was to tear my gaze from his. What the hell were we talking about again?

He wasn’t that good-looking, after all. Even if he was, since when did I go for the brawny, brainless type? Not that Seamus was brainless—or unduly brawny.

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