The Ghost and Mrs. Mewer by Davis Krista

Author:Davis, Krista [Davis, Krista]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: United States, Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Women Sleuths, Literature & Fiction
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2014-12-02T08:00:00+00:00

Twenty

I gasped and scanned the area. None of us were anywhere near close enough to have influenced the book. It hadn’t slid down. It hadn’t fallen off. It had flown about three feet as though it had been tossed.

“Now, now, Elmer. Don’t be upset. I’m sure they appreciated your effort to move the book.” Aunt Birdie smiled at us. “Your great-great-grandfather always was a rascal. He hates it when people can’t see him. He was a lawyer, and you know how they like to be the center of attention.”

Uh-oh. Either Aunt Birdie had lost her marbles or she was as bad as Brian. Did she know how to rig a book so it would fly off a table? I stood perfectly still. I didn’t feel anything moving—no motors or anything that might have jiggled the book. I eyed the little table. Could it be at a slant?

Grayson could hardly contain himself. “Oh, man! That was so cool. We have to come back at night. Would that be okay? Maybe we could shoot a second episode of the TV show? Whadda ya think, Felix? We have to talk with Luciano!”

“Mr. Luciano?” asked Aunt Birdie. “A rather distinguished gentleman? Snappy dresser? Has a bulldog?”

Well, well, well. Aunt Birdie certainly had noticed Mr. Luciano about town. Maybe I could introduce them and Birdie would focus her energy on Luciano instead of me. Only a month ago, Birdie, Oma, and Rose had tried to set me up. I shuddered at the memory. None of their attempts went very well, and it had been horribly embarrassing. Yet here I was thinking about doing the very same thing. I consoled myself by imagining it might be genetic.

I pulled myself together, picked the book up off the floor, and examined it. Bound in worn red leather with fancy scrolls that showed wear from age, the cover had been embossed with the names Elmer and Lisette Dupuy. I turned it over. No signs of wires or anything that might have launched it from the table. My eyes met Felix’s.

He mashed his lips together, then said, “Just like in the castle.”

Birdie frowned at us. “I suppose that’s Elmer’s way of telling me it’s time I passed his journal on to you, Holly. It’s not terribly interesting. Elmer was a decent but excruciatingly boring man. Still, he kept records. Lisette drew some sketches and stashed a few family photographs in it. I have a few other items to pass along to you as well.”

The second Birdie left the room, Felix and Grayson descended on the book and examined the table.

I watched them, but they didn’t come up with any cogent explanations for the flying book, either.

Aunt Birdie bustled into the room carrying a stack of ancient books. She handed them to me. “Take good care of these. They are the history of your family. If it weren’t for me, we wouldn’t have anything to hand on.”

“Thank you, Aunt Birdie.” Why did I have a funny suspicion she was really cleaning her house? No matter.

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