Ghosted by Phaedra Weldon

Author:Phaedra Weldon
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: ghosts, justice, ghost, ghost romance, phaedra weldon, the afterlife, ghost mystery

6

I sit in the front seat with Detective Pellis as she drives. She is a wonderkind of modern conveniences. A phone sits bracketed to the dash, a small laptop in a similar, larger bracket beneath it. She drives with her left hand as her right hand types on the keyboard. She listens to speed metal.

There is a God.

I try engaging in conversation, but she doesn't hear me. Once I try to put my hand over hers while she types, but it passes through hers and into the laptop. The machine goes dead. Pellis curses but continues to drive.

We reach the building I escaped from last night. Pellis flashes her badge and is given entrance. I glance back to see a valet place orange cones around her car, as if this is something he has seen before.

The elevator man is different and escorts us to the penthouse. The doors open and the same car-sized floral arrangement greets us. Pellis pauses in front of it and sneezes.

"Damn flowers," she mutters as she goes around it and bangs on the door. "Miss Black?"

Several agonizing seconds pass before the door opens and Caroline is there. She is beautiful. She wears a large, thick black sweater with a scarf around her neck. Her jeans fit her legs perfectly. I look down. She wears bunny slippers.

I love her.

"What is it?" She looks Pellis up and down. "Who are you?"

Pellis holds up her badge. "I'm Detective Pellis. I work with Detective Hernandez. I need to talk to you."

"Sure." Caroline stands back.

Pellis strides through and I realize striding is the only way this woman walks.

I barely run through the door before she closes it. I realize my existence is little more than a large question mark hovering over my head. My hands pass through people and computers. I do not want to test whether or not I can pass through doors. I've been able to keep a full on freak-out at bay. Walking through a door could trigger a melt down.

"What's this about? Did you find my attacker?"

Pellis strides around the apartment. She checks the kitchen, the curtains, and moves down the hall.

"What are you looking for?"

"Are you alone?" Pellis asks as she strides back to us.

"Yes. I called in sick to work. I…just couldn't go in after what happened last night." She crosses her arms over her chest.

"Have you called anyone?"

"Well yeah. I've been trying to call Daniel, but he's not answering his phone. I've left like, a million messages. Did he show up this morning and talk with the sketch artist?"

"Miss Black—"

"You know I called there and no one would tell me anything."

"Miss Black—"

"Is that why you're here? Did something else happen?"

Pellis holds up her hands. "Miss Black…please. Sit down."

Caroline looks scared as she sits on one of the sofas. I move to the window. It overlooks the city. Much of it is covered in clouds. The drizzling rain runs down the glass in rivulets. "What…what's wrong?" She asks.

"Hernandez asked me to watch you." She swallows. "They found Mr.

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