The Ghost Who Wasn't (Haunting Danielle Book 3) by Bobbi Holmes

Author:Bobbi Holmes [Holmes, Bobbi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Robeth Publishing, LLC
Published: 2015-03-30T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

Danielle parked her car on the road alongside the older part of the cemetery. If the Stewarts had left Sadie for someone to pick up later, she couldn’t imagine they’d do it in the newer section and risk running into visitors. The original section of the cemetery tended to be quieter. She had visited it not long after moving to Frederickport. It was where she had met Walt’s wife, Angela, the woman who had conspired to kill him some eighty-plus years before. Danielle wondered if Angela was still here under house arrest.

Getting from her car, Danielle slammed the door shut and took a deep breath as she looked at the cemetery with its lush green lawns and standing headstones. She loathed graveyards. Under normal circumstances she’d be dreading the spirits she might run into, yet because of Sadie, she was actually hoping to meet one who might help her find Sadie before it was too late.

Stepping onto the lawn, she began walking away from the street and deeper into the cemetery while calling out, “Sadie! Here girl, can you hear me?” She didn’t expect Sadie to come running toward her. She assumed the dog had been tied up somewhere, but she hoped Sadie might bark if she heard Danielle calling for her.

“It is you!” a woman’s voice called out. Danielle turned to the right and saw Angela Marlow sitting atop her impressive headstone, her bare legs crossed as she playfully wiggled her toes. Angela wore the same fringed mini-dress she’d been wearing the first time Danielle had met her. She reminded Danielle of a flapper.

“I see you’re still here.” Danielle approached the headstone.

With a dramatic sigh, Angela said, “Still under house arrest.” While fluffing her blond curls with one hand she asked, “How is Walt? I hear through the spirit grapevine he’s still haunting Marlow House.”

“I don’t have time to chat. I’m looking for a dog,” Danielle explained in a rush.

“A dog? Funny place to look for a dog. Although a couple walked by here not long ago walking a dog.”

“A golden retriever?”

Angela shrugged. “I don’t know. A big yellow dog. I don’t know what kind.”

“Which way did they go?”

“It doesn’t matter. They came back this way, got in a car and drove away. I tried to talk to them, but they couldn’t hear me. You’re the only one who can hear me. At least, the only one who’s alive.” Angela looked down at her toes and wiggled them again. “I have nice feet, don’t you think so?”

“The couple with the dog, you say they came back this way and got in a car, did they have the dog with them then?”

Angela looked up at Danielle. “No. No they didn’t.”

“Which way did they go with the dog, before they came back to their car?”

“You never answered my question. How is Walt?”

“Please, Angela this is very important. I need to find the dog before something terrible happens.”

“Then answer my question, and I’ll tell you. You don’t know what it’s like to be trapped here day after day and only get to talk to a few dreary souls that pass through.

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