Breaking Locks by Lynn M. Stout

Author:Lynn M. Stout [Stout, Lynn M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781737663249
Publisher: Fat Cat Publishing
Published: 2021-10-30T18:30:00+00:00

I fiddle around with the app for about an hour and felt ridiculous every second. Walking around the house like a fool, holding the phone out in front of me like it was some kind of Geiger counter scanning for radioactivity.

Nothing happened. I did some searches online and read about how to contact ghosts with the app and even without it. Still, nothing.

It didn’t help that as I was wondering around trying to summon the spirit of my dead husband; I kept tripping over the beaver, once again sitting in the middle of the hallway, still waiting for the donation truck, which had been scheduled for almost a week now. They rescheduled twice, and I was getting annoyed, but what could I do? They were volunteers, and it’s not like I was paying them to take the thing away. My next option was to chuck it in the trash or drag it to the donation center myself.

For now, though, I shoved it back against the wall as far out of the way as possible. If they didn’t pick it up tomorrow, I would take it to the donation center myself. Either way, the thing was going away this week, no matter what.

I grumbled to myself, still holding the phone out in front of me as I scanned the rooms. I did double duty and checked the windows and door locks and turned off lights as I went. Then I headed upstairs.

“Dammit!” I tripped again. “Brodie the Beaver, I’ve had it with you. Screw the donations. You’re going in the trash tomorrow.”

I pushed it as far back as I could with my foot and then went upstairs.

Remembering the camera still set up in the bathroom, I sighed. Either I had to turn around and go back down to use the half bath downstairs or I sucked it up and used the upstairs one. I debated for a few seconds, knowing how ridiculous I was being. Still, I just couldn’t do it.

Back downstairs, I went.

I rounded the corner and smacked directly into Brodie. I shared a few more choice words with the beaver and aggressively kicked it back against the wall. Then I went into the bathroom, sat down and tried to get my blood pressure to return to normal. I was irritated and on edge.

As my mind relaxed and wandered, I realized with a start that the beaver had moved again. I know I tripped over it going upstairs the first time and I pushed it against the wall. Then when I came back down, I tripped over it again. And pushed it aside again. It was moving! Maybe I could catch it this time. Maybe there was something on the camera.

Finishing up in the bathroom, I hurried back to the stairs. The beaver was still where I’d moved it, against the wall as far out of the way as possible.

“Fine, Joe, or whoever. Do what you want with it. It’s leaving tomorrow. And you know what? Don’t talk to me. I.

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