The Ghost and the New Neighbor by Bobbi Holmes

Author:Bobbi Holmes [Holmes, Bobbi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Robeth Publishing, LLC

Walt found Max in the attic office, napping on the desk chair. He walked over to the cat, picked him up and sat back down on the chair, setting the cat on his lap. Max refused to open his eyes immediately and stretched out and made no attempt to jump off Walt’s lap.

Walt moved his palm over Max’s back, repeatedly stroking the feline while whispering, “Wake up, Max. We need to talk.”

Police Chief MacDonald sat at his desk, staring blankly at the computer screen. This case made no sense to him. He had just finished looking at the security camera footage available along the alleyway behind Beach Drive. It was the only house along that stretch with a camera aimed at the alley.

A familiar female voice at the open doorway interrupted his concentration. “Hey, Chief.”

MacDonald looked up and found Walt and Danielle standing in his doorway. He waved them in, asking them to close the door behind them. After they did, he asked, “Please tell me you’ve spoken to Betty’s ghost?”

“Sorry, Chief, we haven’t seen her,” Danielle said, taking a seat in one of the chairs facing his desk.

“We haven’t seen Betty, but Max told me some things that might be helpful,” Walt said as he sat down in a chair next to Danielle.

The chief shrugged. “Hey, I’ll take help where I can—from a ghost or a cat. I don’t care. What did he have to say?”

“He saw our bomber,” Walt began.

The chief abruptly sat up straighter in his chair. “Who was it?”

“Unfortunately, he had never seen him—or her—before,” Walt explained.

The chief slumped back in his chair. “He can’t tell if it was a man or woman?”

“No. But after a great deal of back-and-forth—you need to remember a cat doesn’t describe things the way you might, and it’s not like we actually talk words—but he did tell me a few things.”

The chief let out a sigh. “Anything that might help us catch this person?”

“Unless I misunderstood Max, the way he described this person, our bomber wore dark pants, a dark hoody, with the hood pulled up over his head, concealing not just his hair. Or her hair. But also much of the bomber’s face. And the person wore a dark backpack. I’m fairly certain it was the same color as the jacket and pants. The backpack is where he carried the bomb.”

Once again, the chief sat up straight. His hand moved to his computer mouse. “Come look at this. It’s footage I received from one of your neighbors on Beach Drive. It’s about a half mile from Marlow House.”

Walt and Danielle stood up and walked behind the desk and looked over the chief’s shoulder at the computer monitor. The chief played a video clip caught that morning from a security camera. They watched. In the video, several cars drove by, and then someone dressed in black, wearing a hoody and backpack, jogged down the street.

Danielle pointed to the monitor. “There they are!”

“That same person—or at least someone the same size

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