Crooked Curse: Haunted Coast, #1 by Jennifer Willis

Author:Jennifer Willis
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jennifer Willis

CHAPTER NINE

My memory is a bit hazy after that. I’m told I didn’t fully lose consciousness, but I wasn’t forming lasting memories, either, and I had mere flashes of what transpired over the next few hours.

No one seemed sure who’d thrown the first punch. Kirk and Figger swore it was Marv who swung first. Marv argued that somebody started the brawl with a blindside attack. Sean was bleary-eyed and had no opinion. But Dell the bartender had wasted no time summoning the deputy sheriff—and his over-eager trainee—to the Tsunami Zone once the fight was underway. After it was all over, Kirk had another black eye and his matched set made him look like a human raccoon. Sean ended up with a crack in his cast and a cut on his cheek, while Figger was sent to the hospital with a broken collarbone and a few fractured ribs.

I didn’t remember any of that. I also didn’t remember Marv getting strung up in a couple of the fishing nets decorating the walls, nor how he got stuck through the hand with a rusty harpoon. The clearest memory I had of the dust-up was a nurse in pale blue scrubs hovering over me and asking about my last tetanus shot.

Jim was the one who, once I was clear-headed, broke the news that I’d been drugged and was on the floor for the duration of the melee. Someone—it wasn’t difficult to guess who—had slipped something into my drink. So much for ordering seltzer to keep my senses sharp.

No one knew who threw the chowder bowl, or how Marv got creamy soup and potato chunks all over his face and in his eyes before he picked up his bar stool and started swinging blindly. But as I got my wits about me, I had a pretty good idea.

Trey. The stubborn, entitled ghost had helped me escape from the beast on the beach, and it stood to reason he’d run similar interference at the Tsunami Zone. Someone had also dragged me behind the bar during the worst of the fighting to keep me from being stepped on, or worse. I wanted to credit Trey with this gallantry, too, but Kirk and Figger both swore it was Dell who’d come to my rescue.

The end result of my misadventure at the Tsunami Zone was that Marv was sent to the county jail in Hattieville after what I imagine was some fairly rough questioning by Jim and Colin.

It was already the next morning by the time I awoke to find Jim standing in my bedroom and gazing out the window with rigid impatience. It was another foggy morning on the Oregon Coast, and Jim’s mood looked fit to match it.

The next thing I registered was just how badly I’d messed up, again.

“You could have been killed, Suri.” Jim leaned back against the wall between the window and my bureau.

He’d already told me—probably several times, as my brain cleared the roofie drugs—how I’d gotten from the bar and into my bed, and how there’d been some medical intervention in between.

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