The Ghost of Emily Tapper by Round Nita

Author:Round, Nita [Round, Nita]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Regal Crest Enterprises
Published: 2017-04-27T04:00:00+00:00

HE WOKE UP hours later. The westering sun cast the side of the out building into gloom, and the loss of the sun chilled him to wakefulness. He stretched, and yawned. When he looked around the barn, most of the cars and vans had disappeared, as he’d expected, except for a small red car which was the last remaining vehicle. That confused him for moment. He didn’t know anyone who had such an inappropriate vehicle, and he was sure it hadn’t been there when he first arrived. Weasel shook his head and almost laughed. He’d fixed the Land Rover good and proper after all. Perhaps it was even a total wreck, and this pathetic little shopping cart sized thing was the only rental she could get. The idea of some fancy lord diminished with a tiny city car amused him no end. The day got better and better.

Weasel checked his watch. He looked at the sky too. It was time to make a move then. He put everything into his bag and slung it over his shoulders. He covered his head and face with a ski mask, and pulled on a pair of latex gloves. He looked at the main building. His eyes darted from window to window, but there was no sign of activity. Weasel knew a thing or two about stealth and when he crossed the gravel path to the nearest wall of the house, he didn’t make a sound. Adrenalin surged and his heart pounded, Weasel couldn’t wait.

He inched around the building to the back door and stopped. He took his time, and listened. It was quiet, very quiet. The handle to the kitchen door turned in his grip, and he opened the door a fraction. He paused again, and it was still quiet. There was a clicking clock, the gentle humming of electrical appliances, and nothing else to cause alarm. The door swung open with the barest squeak, and led into a short passage. Boots lined the wall, and Weasel noted, with some satisfaction, all of the spaces on the rack were filled with clean and dry footwear. With no signs of dirt under the rack, he was sure no one had come in from the farm whilst he’d been sleeping. The floor, all clean quarry tiles, also showed no sign of recent muddy passage, and so he stepped through the passageway into the kitchen.

It was huge. Not one great big room, but it was like several rooms pushed together with parts of the walls missing, which explained why there were more corners than he expected. He glanced around and took a tentative step forward. Stone slabs on the floor were perfect for a quiet entry, and this suited Weasel. Even though he was an expert at illicit entries, his heart beat a little faster. Fear played a part in his line of work, and a little fear was a good thing, it kept his mind alert. Anticipation also played a part, and he looked forward to all the wealth he would acquire from this place.

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