Southern Ghost Hunter 04 - Deader Homes and Gardens by Fox Angie

Author:Fox, Angie [Fox, Angie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Amateur Sleuth, Paranormal, Supernatural, ghosts, Mystery, Fiction, Comedy, Young Adult
ISBN: 9781939661432
Google: 9GajAQAACAAJ
Amazon: 1939661439
Publisher: Moose Island Books, LLC
Published: 2017-02-21T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

We called the paramedics and Ovis drove as we followed the ambulance to the ER. On the way, I dialed the professor’s sister, who had been an emergency contact when I used to house-sit for him. She said she’d head over.

I’d neglected to even ask her exactly where she lived or how long she’d take to get here. No matter. I’d stay until she arrived.

There had been no way to tell her on the phone that her brother had already passed. It seemed wrong when I couldn’t tell her how I’d come to know, that Frankie’s power had allowed me to see proof.

From the moment we arrived at the ER, Lee couldn’t sit still. He and Ovis went to grab a coffee in the cafeteria and maybe walk a bit outside.

I took a seat in the waiting room and, for a few minutes at least, had the place to myself.

The wide, rectangular room was done in beige and gray, with pink and gray cloth chairs of an indeterminate age. I ran a finger over the paintbrush-swipe pattern on my seat cushion and wondered if this had ever been in style outside of hospitals and doctors’ offices.

I should have listened to Robert’s warning. I should have pointed to the smoking spot on the floor and told the professor and Lee that we had to get out of there.

I folded my hands in my lap. The paramedics had suspected a heart attack, but I didn’t buy it. This was a man who ran half-marathons for fun and excavated stone tombs in hot countries every summer. Not that he couldn’t be struck down by health issues like anyone else, but why today? And why in the study of Rock Fall manor, where Jack Treadwell had also had his heart attack?

No. I’d brought Dale Grassino to Rock Fall. I’d witnessed the strength of Robert’s warning. I’d seen the dark presence right behind that desk, and I’d let the professor investigate the journals anyway.

“It’s my fault,” I whispered. Saying it out loud made me feel worse, but that was the point. I had to face the truth and somehow take responsibility for my actions.

I detected motion to my left and saw a nurse glide straight through the wall beside a rack of magazines. Dang it. It had quite slipped my mind that I still had Frankie’s power.

The sturdy woman wore a crisp white dress and an angular nurse’s cap. Her silver hair curled in a practiced wave that suggested she was more at home in the 1940s.

She gave me a small smile and I fought the urge to sigh. As pleasant as she seemed, I wasn’t in the mood. I didn’t want to see any ghosts right now, not even the professor’s, and he would be in a transition stage for months if not years.

And as much as I wanted to see the professor again, to apologize, how horrible it would be to see him in spirit form when he died helping me. Assuming he even came back, which most ghosts didn’t.

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