The Angela Panther Mystery Series by Carolyn Ridder Aspenson

Author:Carolyn Ridder Aspenson [Ridder Aspenson, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Magnum Grace Publishing
Published: 2020-09-21T22:00:00+00:00

I didn't always see spirit, but when my mom Fran Richter died of lung cancer, knowing I'd had the gift as a child, but neglected to ever tell me, she decided to test the waters and make a return visit. After I realized I wasn't crazy, I was okay with seeing her. I didn't care much for seeing other ghosts, but didn't really have a say in the matter. My father died almost a year later, and not to discount the death of my mom, but his death hit me like a brick. Losing one parent was tough enough, but becoming an orphan as an adult was brutal. When my father died, my gift went on hiatus. It took a lot of time and soul-searching to get back, and I no longer looked that gift horse in the mouth. No pun intended.

I started working for the police department, off the record and without pay, three months ago, when a five-year-old boy from the other side chose me to right the wrong concerning his death. The police thought little Matthew Clough wandered off in the woods and fell, hitting his head on a rock, but actually, his babysitter killed him by smashing a rock into his head. My gift came back in bits and pieces, and Matthew and I eventually figured out a way to communicate. He told me what happened, and I told his family, who then told Aaron. Once Aaron verified I wasn't lying, he decided having my help might not stink. Three months later Aaron still wasn't sure he fully understood, let alone believed in my gift, but heck, it'd been a few years for me and I still didn't get it. We'd become friends though, and that friendship allowed him to accept my gift without a clear understanding, and it was emotionally satisfying for me to help.

"So you're saying the junior John Doe appeared in your car and told you to forget about him, and focus on the girl who you saw in the morgue? The one Deana said wasn't there?" Aaron asked when I called him just minutes after pulling out of the hospital parking lot.

"Yup. Pretty much." I flipped through the channels on my satellite radio and stopped at the eighties station. "The Breakup Song" by the Greg Kihn Band sang through my car speakers. I tapped my finger on the steering wheel to the beat. Eighties music was my favorite.

"So what the hell does that mean?" The annoyance in his voice was obvious.

"How should I know? You're the detective. You figure it out."

"A detective that deals with dead bodies and the living, not ghosts. That's your area of expertise, Panther."

"So you think I'm an expert? That's so sweet, Aaron." My lips curled upward. "It's about time someone considered me an expert at something."

"You're funny. Did the kid, er…uh, ghost…spirit, oh hell…did you get any indication of who he was? Maybe he…hell, I don't know. Did he say anything else?"

"Aaron, do I need to have your grandmother come down and give you a what for? They're spirits, dear.

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