Big Ghosts Don’t Cry: A Beechwood Harbor Ghost Mystery by Garrett Danielle

Author:Garrett, Danielle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-29T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

“Of course, we had to do an encore. I mean the crowd demanded it,” Gwen said, grinning from ear to ear as she recounted the glories of her karaoke set the night before. “So, we all got back on stage and we did Spice Up Your Life. It was a big crowd pleaser! Even some of the Lucky Lady gals were singing along!”

I shot Hayward a glance. “Really?”

He nodded, beaming with pride at Gwen. “The song was new to me, but quite an ear worm! I’ve been bopping along to it all morning. Quite bouncy!”

Flapjack snickered. “You should see when he tries to shake his hips. He looks like a geriatric wildebeest.”

“I’m not sure I can even picture that,” I replied, blinking to clear the images my mind attempted to piece together from the feline’s colorful analogy.

Hayward, too busy fawning over Gwen, didn’t notice the cat’s insult. Which was for the best. We were on a tight timeline as it was, and their bickering wasn’t going to help anything.

Lizzie had asked for the day off, so I was able to speak freely with the ghosts as I prepared the shop to open for the day. I’d done an hour and a half the night before and finally fell asleep a little after two-thirty in the morning. I’d cursed my alarm when it had rung four hours later, but had managed to peel myself from under the covers when the smell of fresh brewed coffee floated down the hall.

Lucas had insisted on buying me a fancy coffee maker when I’d visited him in the city. He claimed it was for his own benefit during his weekend stays at my apartment, which would become more frequent now that he was living three hours away. The machine could do all kinds of tricks, but for the most part, I had it set to brew my vanilla coffee every morning and so far, it seemed to do the trick in getting me out of bed in three rounds or less with the snooze button.

“All right, enough chit chat,” Flapjack declared. “Scar has something she needs to tell you guys.”

Hayward and Gwen both looked to me, their smiles fading. “What’s wrong, Scarlet?” Gwen asked.

“If that Lucas scoundrel broke your heart, I’ll run him through with a—” Hayward paused, his thick mustache twitching in agitation as he appeared to search for the right weapon.

“A scabbard?” Gwen offered helpfully.

Flapjack cackled. “A wet noodle, is more like it!”

Hayward glared at Flapjack, his cheeks puffing out under his spectacles. “It would be some kind of sword!” he promised, still scowling at the cat. Turning to Gwen, he softened. “A scabbard is the holder of the sword, Lady Gwen.”

“Well either way, I’m sure you’d be very intimidating,” Gwen said in all seriousness.

Flapjack opened his mouth but I cut him off, drawing my hand quickly along my neck.

“Oh, fine,” he grumbled.

“This isn’t about Lucas,” I told Hayward. “And he isn’t a scoundrel.”

Flapjack rallied, his tail swishing. “He resents him because Gwen thinks he’s hot.

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