Dead Again by Tracy Cooper-Posey

Author:Tracy Cooper-Posey [Cooper-Posey, Tracy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Romance, Suspense, Fiction
ISBN: 1927423201
Google: kbmcMQEACAAJ
Amazon: B009GB154E
Publisher: Tracy Cooper-Posey
Published: 2012-09-14T21:00:00+00:00

It took three days for the gossips to spread word that Martin Stride was living in her house. Sophie knew it took that long because it was three days before Peter showed up at the café. He arrived just on closing time, the crease between his brows and his distracted air promising trouble for someone.

That someone turned out to be Jack, who was dutifully tackling the power box, replacing the old residential circuit breakers with big new commercial ones. The power box was in the main part of the café. A previous owner had built the shell of a cupboard around it, painting the disguising woodwork the same color as the wall. Sophie normally pinned notices to the front of the cupboard and kept plants with trailing greenery on top of it.

Jack had the cupboard opened up, with drop cloths beneath him and the nearest tables pushed out of danger range. Because the mains would have to be switched off for most of the work, he had only just got started—he would be working into the night to get it done with minimum interruption to Sophie’s work in the café.

Jack’s whole routine worked around Sophie’s life with little interruption. He’d settled into it with no discussion or negotiation and it had evolved almost overnight. By the time she got up in the morning, he was already heading out the door for his early shift start at the mill. Yesterday, she had come downstairs to find that Jinni was also up and dirty breakfast dishes were piled in the sink. She had made him breakfast.

Sophie had made the mistake of assuming that Jack would take it easy in the afternoon before starting the re-wiring but she arrived home the first night to find he was already at work in the cramped corners of the basement, tracing the wiring in the house, Morgan’s little torch in his mouth and a pen and paper in his hands.

Jack was covered in the thick globules of dust that had throughout decades of neglect coagulated in the odd corners and pockets formed by the framing and supports down there. Morgan was down in the basement with him and not a speck of dust clung to him. Sophie marvelled over this minor miracle, until she noticed a long rectangle drawn in the dirt on the floor. Morgan stood with his boots right on the edge of the rectangle, quivering with excitement as he watched Jack work. The waffle pattern of his boots didn’t appear anywhere on the other side of the rectangle.

Jack turned as she climbed down the steep steps, holding onto the raw wood handrail with a tight grip. “Hi,” he offered.

“You’ve already started?”

“Gotta earn my keep.”

She glanced at Morgan again. “You’re also providing entertainment.”

“Mom, he said I could help!”

“I’m keeping him out of harm’s way,” Jack assured her.

“I can see that. What I want to know is what you used to make him stay behind the line. If it’s something you can bottle, I want a crate of it.

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