Gifts of the Ghost by Molly Fitz & L.A. Boruff

Author:Molly Fitz & L.A. Boruff [Fitz, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LA Boruff

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As the new week started, I found myself unable to focus on TikTok videos, candle making, or even the upcoming closing statements at court. The journal called to me, distracting me every moment of every day.

This journal held clues to Maggie’s death. Social media would have to wait. Chills ran down my spine as I read through the entries. Several dull stories or self-important bragging filled the pages before I found one entry that turned my stomach.

While on an assignment near Indian Territory, I had to kill my ranking officer. The late Colonel Jessup. It was really quite unavoidable. The red savages of the land will of course take the blame for his demise.

Further down, another mention of his victim.

They buried Jessup today. It was a lovely service. More than he deserved. As expected, the story about an Indian ambush was sufficient. Scouts even confirmed recent Shawnee raiding parties. My heroics during the encounter have impressed my superiors. There is talk of a promotion.

I bristled at the words and had to place the book aside until I calmed down. The general was a snake.

I turned on my phone and filmed a series of three-minute candle dipping videos for uploading while I calmed down. My meditation as I tried to block out all that—No. Unwilling to get riled up again, I shoved the journal out of my mind.

Later that evening, I tried again to read a little more with Maggie sitting by my side.

We exchanged a glance. Her face was so hard to read. I hoped she might have some idea if the answers were in the journal.

“Do you think he knew who killed you?” I asked.

All I received in response was a shrug before she disappeared. I harrumphed and set the journal aside again. It might hold answers, but it was hard to read, like trying to sift toxic sludge by hand. I’d try again tomorrow.

Aunt Linda had asked me to stop in the shop the next day to help unpack some supplies. The renovations were almost complete, and it was nice to be back in the shop working again.

She cut open a box and sorted it onto the shelves. “Did you find anything in the journal?”

“He was a horrible man. That’s what I found.” I shuddered at the things I’d read. “In the journal, he admits to cheating on his wife while he was here in America. Which is certainly bad enough, but he seduced an American soldier’s wife to do it.”

“Ugh, men like him give all the others a bad name,” she spat.

I stopped unpacking to take a call from the historical society, returning my call with color preferences, so I could start working on the candles for their centerpieces.

Aunt Linda smiled as I raced through unpacking the rest of the boxes, in a hurry to get home and get started.

I set everything up and filmed the dipping of the historical society’s candles. I’d just set them to music later. The videos of the candles went well, but after a couple of hours, I needed a break.

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