The Haunted Bridge by Eva Pohler

Author:Eva Pohler [Pohler, Eva]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: supernatural suspense, haunted house, ghost story, women sleuths, paranormal mystery, paranormal investigators, senior sleuths, cozy paranormal mystery
Publisher: Eva Pohler
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Hidden Tunnels

After touring the Fort Douglas Museum, Ellen and her friends met up with Linda, Janet, and Angela at Rooster’s in Ogden on 25th street, where they each had a lemonade before following Linda across the street to a café and gift shop called The Queen Bee.

“The entrance to the tunnels used to be this way.” Linda led them past shelves of books and an ascending staircase toward a back door. Across from the door on the back side of the staircase were a painting and a decorative table with books and knickknacks for sale.

Linda stared at it. “The door to the cellar—and the tunnels—used to be right here. It’s not here anymore. It’s been covered up.”

“Might there be another entrance?” Ellen wondered.

“Let’s try next door,” Linda said, leading them back to the front entrance.

They entered a place called Gallery 25, where they were greeted by an artist sitting before an easel painting a field of flowers. The purple and blue jewel tones of the flowers contrasted beautifully with the white-gold rays of the sun. It made Ellen want to get out her own paint and canvas.

“How are you ladies doing today?” The short, older man with a mop of white hair stood up and wiped his hands on the front of his overalls.

“What a gorgeous landscape,” Ellen said. “That would look so lovely in my den.”

“Oh, Ellen.” Sue turned to her. “You could paint that yourself, couldn’t you?”

The artist’s cheeks turned a hint of red. “Are you also a painter?”

“Yes, but what you’ve done with those flowers is beyond my capabilities.”

“Well, I thank you, but I doubt that’s true. Feel free to have a look around. There are five artists who share this gallery. There are quite a lot of good things to see. There’s more upstairs,” he pointed to the staircase, “and more downstairs around that corner. Let me know if I can help you in any way.”

Ellen glanced behind her to find more floral landscapes on the wall signed B.J. Jensen.

She turned back to the artist. “Are you B.J.?”

“Indeed, I am. Those are mine, and I have more downstairs.”

“We’ve met your brothers,” Sue chimed in.

“I’m sorry,” he said with a laugh.

“I take it you don’t get along,” Linda surmised.

“We love each other, but how we came from the same parents is a mystery.”

Ellen shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “Gerry hired us to design the bed and breakfast he’s building on your island. He’s told us to incorporate some of your work in the interior design.”

“Oh, boy. Sounds like he’s moving forward on that fast.”

“You disapprove?” Sue asked.

“I just don’t see it working—no offense. Who wants to stay on a dying lake?”

“Don’t give up on it so soon,” Angela pleaded. “There’s still plenty that can be done to save it.”

“That may be so,” B.J. conceded, “but I don’t think Gerry’s plans figure high on the list of best ideas. I think he’s throwing money away.”

Ellen crossed her arms. “You could be right, but what we’re planning is pretty special.

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