Sweet Wicked of Mine (Paranormal in Manhattan Mystery Book 5) by Smith Lotta & Smith Lotta

Author:Smith, Lotta & Smith, Lotta [Smith, Lotta]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-03-29T04:00:00+00:00

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We went into one of the buildings at a medical center close to FDR Drive, following the direction provided on the phone call. We met two NYPD officers in plain clothes at the lobby of the trauma center.

The place was crowded with visitors, and I spotted Paloma Seymour among them. She was clad in the same black pantsuit she was sporting at the mansion.

“The staff at Aurora Westwood’s place said she was sick, not wounded,” I muttered to myself. Also, considering we’d learned about Paloma’s destination while we were still in the car, she had been staying in the lobby for quite a long while.

Without stopping at the reception, Paloma walked toward the elevator that led to the ward. Keeping some distance, we followed her.

“Obviously, she’s not here to seek medical attention,” Rick commented. “Perhaps she’s visiting someone in the ward.”

“I doubt it. She’s not carrying anything that looks like a gift,” I said.

As we watched, Paloma wandered about in the elevator hall, like she wasn’t sure about her destination. Even from the distance, she looked distracted—absent, even. According to the officers who tailed her to the hospital, she seemed to have had a hard time reaching the facility. For some unknown reason, she didn’t immediately enter the hospital and spent quite some time loitering around the entrance.

So far, Paloma had let the elevator go past to the upper floors three times.

I looked up at Brian. “Well, for me, it looks like she’s affected by something.”

“She’s affected? Of course she’s affected. That’s the understatement of the year.” The exorcist crossed his arms. “Even from this distance, I can see at least a dozen spirits tagging along with her. I’d call it a miracle if that doesn’t make her gaga.”

“Are those spirits manipulating her? Did they come from Aurora Westwood?” Rick asked.

“I don’t know where they came from, as they don’t have ID tags or anything on them. They might have found her without the old witch’s help. But one thing I’m sure of, she’s not in a good shape.”

As we whispered, Paloma finally realized the elevator had arrived once more, and that time, she got inside. Thanks to missing three already, Paloma was alone on the elevator.

“I’m going with her to see where she’s going.” Jackie followed Paloma to the elevator to keep us from losing her. I did a little finger wave that only Jackie could see. The plainclothes officers were still with us, and they should have known about Brian’s skillset as an exorcist; however, I assumed they weren’t ready to learn about my ghost friend.

When the metal elevator doors closed, we watched the number on the floor indicator. When it stopped at the thirty-eighth, the top floor, we hopped on the next arriving elevator.

When we were just about to reach the thirty-eighth floor, I caught Jackie’s shriek. “Hey! Stop it! What do you think you’re doing?”

I looked at Brian, who grunted, “We’ve got to hurry up,” through his clenched teeth.

The moment the elevator doors opened, we ran out to the corridor.

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