Southern Haunts by Stuart Jaffe

Author:Stuart Jaffe [Jaffe, Stuart]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Private Investigators, Supernatural, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy, Paranormal & Urban, Religion & Spirituality, Occult, Ghosts & Haunted Houses, North Carolina, Paranormal, Ghosts, brothel, urban fantasy, Mystery, prohibition
Amazon: B018OPI8IS
Publisher: Stuart Jaffe
Published: 2015-11-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Drummond held still after his triumphant declaration. His eyes fell upon the food and the candlelight and the perturbed gazes directed at him. “Am I interrupting one of your married date things?”

“Yes,” Max said, tossing his napkin on the table.

“Sorry about that. I can come back.”

Sandra wiped her mouth. “Don’t be silly. We can date anytime. This case is much more pressing. So, tell us, who’s Floyd Johnson and when do we meet him?”

Drummond bit his bottom lip and rubbed the back of his neck. “I may have misspoken. I don’t exactly have Floyd Johnson in hand, but I know he’s the man we want.”

Pushing back his chair, Max said, “At least, tell us how you know that.”

“Floyd Johnson was a former employee of the Casper Company. And though he didn’t die tragically at the Darian house, he did die tragically.”

“Tragically? What happened?”

“I don’t know exactly. We can ask him when I find him.”

“You don’t have the guy, but somehow you know all about him. Except you don’t know the key details of what you do know. How does that happen?”

Drummond kicked the back of Max’s chair — a reminder that he could still touch the corporeal world. “Just because I’m dead, doesn’t mean I don’t know my job. I’m a good detective. Part of that means developing a network of contacts and informants. People on the inside and outside of every situation to help me out. You got yourself a network together yet?”

“Well —”

“Exactly. You still got a lot to learn, and it’s important you start to do that learning. Get yourself a network of people here in the real world. I’ve been doing my end of it in the Other, and it’s those contacts that have provided us with the information we needed. That’s how I found out about Floyd Johnson.”

Sandra offered a warm smile. “You’ve done well, and we appreciate it.”

“Doesn’t always feel that way.”

“I certainly appreciate it.”

Max hurried to add, “And I do, too. Wasn’t trying to question your abilities.”

Mollified, Drummond continued, “Well, all we’ve got to do is find him now, and we’ll get all the details that we can. I’ll go back to the Other and see what’s what.”

Sandra blew him a kiss. “I wish I could give you a hug, too.”

As much as a ghost could, Drummond blushed. “For you, Doll, this is hardly trouble. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Drummond left.

In the silence that ensued, Max’s mouth twitched from side to side. Sandra got up and disposed of the fast food bags and cartons.

“I’m sorry our date got interrupted,” she said.

Max shook his head — not because he didn’t believe her, though he had seen her relief. Rather, he shook his head at his own thoughts. “None of this is adding up.”

“You mean the case?”

“What do we have? A haunted house that we can’t find the ghost haunting it. A house built in the 1920s, yet everything about it, like the bottle, comes from decades earlier. Even this

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