Wild Wild Death (PM8) by Daniels Casey

Wild Wild Death (PM8) by Daniels Casey

Author:Daniels, Casey [Daniels, Casey]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery & Detective, General, Women Sleuths, Fiction
ISBN: 9781101553947
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2012-01-03T08:00:00+00:00


y the time I woke up, it was after noon, and Jesse was showered and sitting on the edge of the bed. He was dressed only in blue-and-white-plaid boxers, and his hair was loose. At the risk of sounding poetic (something I am so not!), it flowed over his bare shoulders like it had touched mine during our hours together, like black silk. For a few moments, I was distracted enough to forget about al the horrible things that had happened the night before and concentrate on the amazing stuff that went on between us when we got back to the motel. The look in his eyes cured me of that, and fast.

It was time for answers.

Weird thing is, for the first time since I’d been gifted with this Gift, I was actual y ready to do something I’d never done with anybody—give them to him.

I plumped the pil ows, propped them behind my back, and made sure the threadbare blanket was tucked under my arms. No use taking his mind off the matter at hand. Not when we were about to have the talk.

“I see ghosts,” I said, then corrected myself and barreled on before I could talk myself out of it. “At least I used to see ghosts. It al started back at home when I tripped and hit my head on a mausoleum.

And since then, I’ve been… wel , sort of investigating for the ghosts. You know, they ask me to right a wrong, or clear their names, or find their bodies…

and I’ve been doing this for a couple years and that’s how I got involved in this whole thing with Goodshot, because there are these crazy basebal fans and they’re convinced Goodshot is cursing our team and they kidnapped Dan and he’s a friend of mine, and I had to bring Goodshot’s bones back here so I did.

And it’s not like they know I can see ghosts—I mean, the basebal fans, not the ghosts, because of course the ghosts know I can see ghosts. But the basebal fans don’t know I see ghosts, they only know that Goodshot’s bones were at the cemetery where I work. Only I don’t work there anymore, but they figured even so, I stil know people and stil have access. Which isn’t true, either. At least about having access because I had to steal the keys to Goodshot’s mausoleum and that’s what I did and I took his bones and I got here and I was al set to exchange the bones for Dan, but then the bones got stolen and I got hit on the head and I’m not sure, but I’m pretty sure…” I paused for a moment, waiting for the familiar surge of ghostiness to tingle along my skin, and when it didn’t, I was convinced and went on.

“No, I’m sure. I’m sure after that whack on the head I got over at Norma’s, I can’t see ghosts anymore because Goodshot and his girlfriends have disappeared, and see, I was real y happy about that.


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