Southern Spirits (Southern Ghost Hunter Mysteries Book 1) by Angie Fox

Author:Angie Fox [Fox, Angie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: cozy mystery romance
Published: 2015-01-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

"Spill," I told Frankie as I steered my car away from the haunted carriage house. "What did your brother have to say?"

Frankie shook his head. "Not much. He and the guys are being held down by the poltergeist. It's getting scary in there."

"Yikes," I said, considering the source. "We'll help him."

"Yeah, I didn't think I wanted to." The gangster shrugged. "Now I don't know."

As I drove through the gate, his energy left me with a mild zap that felt noticeably softer than the last time Frankie's energy left me. "You okay?" I asked, worried.

"Yeah." Frankie's sighed. "That actually felt good,"

"Speak for yourself." Muted or not, the zing still made my hair feel like it was standing on end. I ran a hand through it while I waited to pull the car out onto the main road. "Cripes," I muttered as Mayor Thad Steward passed me in his silver Cadillac. He slowed to get a good look and I caught his surprised frown.

Yes, I was hanging with the Wydells again. I hoped he couldn't tell that I'd spent the night.

Nothing to do about it now. I dialed my sister before pulling out.

"You're up early," she said, as Frankie and I rumbled onto the main road.

"How was your run?" She liked to get in a few miles before breakfast. Some days, I swear Melody had more energy in her little finger than I had in my whole body. And not because she was five years younger. She'd always been that way.

"That's not why you called me," she said.

Darned sisterly intuition. I adjusted my hands-free earpiece and fought with the wire because, well, it was an out-of-date, off-brand, garage sale purchase that was probably going to electrocute me the next time it rained. "Don't flip out," I said by way of warning, "but I have a secret and you absolutely can't tell mom."

She gasped. "You sold the house."

"What?" I jerked. The wire pulled and almost came up short. "No," I said, making sure the earpiece stayed in. I think mom would find out about that. "The job I had to do last night…" My courage faltered and I glanced at Frankie, lounging in my passenger seat. "I'm working for Ellis Wydell."

"The middle son of the devil?" she burst out, her voice going up an octave and a half.

I gripped the steering wheel. Hard.

Then I popped the piece out of my ear voluntarily as she listed the reasons why the Wydells were no-good dirty scum, Beau's brother included.

It's not like I hadn't heard them all before. But I was starting to learn that Ellis was different, and I didn't feel like lumping him in with the rest of his family.

Frankie leaned a little more toward the window, as my car bounced over the back roads toward my house. My sister's tinny voice launched into a fire and brimstone monologue that would make any southern preacher proud. "Is she going to take a breath?" Frankie asked.

I focused on the road. "This is going better than it looks," I told him.

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