Southern Ghost Hunter 02 - The Skeleton in the Closet by Fox Angie

Author:Fox, Angie [Fox, Angie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Amateur Sleuth, Paranormal, Supernatural, ghosts, Mystery, Fiction, Comedy, Young Adult
ISBN: 9781939661272
Google: t6MdDAAAQBAJ
Publisher: Moose Island Books
Published: 2015-08-30T04:00:00+00:00

I KNELT BY the kiddie pool while Frankie eyed me expectantly. I'd laid out a large Tupperware bowl and had a fish net in hand. Gently—expertly, I daresay—I skimmed the net over the top of the sludge-filled pool.

Flaky bits of ash stuck to the net, and when I'd gotten enough, I emptied them into the bowl. Sort of. "I still think I should put water in here so I can rinse the net."

Frankie watched over my shoulder. "The kid didn't say to do that."

Bits of ashes stuck to my fingers as I rubbed them up against the bowl. "The kid got a C on this project."

"C for complete," the gangster reasoned.

I glanced back at him. "You didn't pay a lot of attention in school, did you?"

He winked. "I lost interest after I learned how to count money."

Typical. I scooped some more, emptied some more.

"Use both nets," Frankie coached.

"This is barely working with one," I told him. It was a two-handed job.

By late afternoon, my back had started to ache and my knees were stiff from kneeling. I stood when Lauralee's red Ford Focus rolled into my back drive. Frankie groaned. "Don't worry," I said, careful not to upset our Tupperware bowl. "I'm just taking a little break."

I crossed the yard and waved to her. She got out of her car toting a brown paper take-out bag. "How'd they like the pulled pork?" I asked.

She broke into a grin. "It was so neat being on set. All the actors were so nice. And then Leon Garber, who will be the next George Clooney, this I promise you…he said my pulled pork was the best he's ever had. I got so nervous I couldn't say anything back."

"Your cooking speaks for you," I told her as she handed me the bag. "What's this?"

"Fried chicken and biscuits," she said with a touch of pride. "I'm on my way to set up dinner service."

"You don't have to feed me," I protested, appreciating it all the same. My stomach growled just smelling the spices in the breading.

"But I want to feed you. I might even be able to hire you next week."

"To work for Virginia Wydell?" I balked.

"Think of it as working for the good of Sugarland. Or helping me. The job's only going to get crazier once they cast all the extras and start shooting the battle." She fanned herself in mock excitement, then turned her attention to my science experiment. "What do you have going on here?"

I'm ashamed to say I considered lying. Lauralee didn't know anything about my Frankie problem, and I didn't feel like burdening her now. But this must look awfully strange.

"I think I might have a ghost," I said, in the understatement of the year. "I went online to see how to release it and…this happened."

"I can see you're trying." She planted her hands on her hips and surveyed the damage. "But if you want to banish a ghost, you need a psychic."

"Really?" How did she know so much? "You've never been haunted.

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