Who Invited the Ghost to Dinner: A Ghost Writer Mystery by Teresa Watson

Author:Teresa Watson [Watson, Teresa]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2016-02-01T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24

We sat there quietly as Lillian and Clinton were reunited. He didn’t look like the old man that I knew, but a younger version of himself. Lillian was right; Clinton had been a very handsome man in his younger days.

“Wait a minute,” Mike said. “I’m a little confused here. Lillian and Mac both knew that Susan was dead, but how come they didn’t know Clinton was dead? He died the same day Susan did.”

“Where have you been?” I asked Clinton.

“At the house,” he replied. “I tried to leave several times but couldn’t. When Reed showed up, and then all those cops, I tried talking to them. None of them could hear me. I think it was when they took my body from the house that I realized something was wrong. But then it started to sink in. That’s when I thought of Lillian, and here I am.”

Mac didn’t appear very happy by this turn of events. I had a feeling that he was hoping to have Lillian all to himself.

“What’s going on?” Mike asked me.

“Well, Lillian and Clinton are giggling like a couple of newlyweds, and can’t keep their hands off each other. Mac is sulking.”

“Sounds like he’s jealous,” Mike chuckled.

“I think you’re right.”

“I am not jealous,” Mac snapped.

“He denies he’s jealous.”

“I didn’t know a ghost could get jealous,” Mike said.

“Apparently they can.”

Mac flipped me off.

“Well, now that was downright rude,” I told him. “I can guess where you learned that from.”

“What did he do?”

“He gave me the bird.”

“Did they know how to do that back then?”

“Apparently so.”

Lillian and Clinton came over and sat down on the couch. “Clinton, I guess you know Cam Shaw and Chief Penhall.”

“Yes, I do,” he said. “It’s good to see you, although it’s a bit weird being seen this way.”

“I’m the only one who can see or hear you, Mr. Ingram,” I said. “Mike can’t.”

“When all that craziness happened with the Ashtons, I heard rumors that you had the ability to communicate with ghosts, but I didn’t believe it.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not something I go around advertising,” I said.

“Don’t blame you,” he replied.

“Is this who you saw the other night?” I asked Mac.

Clinton looked over at Mac as if he was seeing him for the first time. “What the hell are you doing here?” he said angrily.

“Same as you,” he said. “Dead as a doornail.”

Jumping to his feet, Clinton grabbed Mac by the lapels of his suit jacket and hauled him to his feet. “You’re the reason my wife was murdered,” he said, shaking him.

“I had nothing to do with that!” Mac exclaimed. “I wasn’t here when it happened.”

“Like I believe that.”

“What’s going on?” Mike said. “The stage is all red.”

He was right. There were waves of anger coming off both Mac and Clinton. The pressure in my head started to increase. I got up, knocking over my chair, and stumbled down the steps. I felt my way along the wall in the darkness, trying to get away from the waves of emotions. I made it outside, and the headache subsided.

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