Southern Ghost Hunters 01 - Southern Spirits
“He braced a hand on the open doorframe. "Do you need any help in there?"I had a hard time meeting his eyes. "No. You can close the door now." I felt dumb enough sitting out front of his house and holding an urn in my lap. I didn't need anybody staring.Yes, this was the best approach to get the answers we needed. It just wasn't the way to appear sane, normal, or date-able.I wasn't sure where that last part came from. Of course I could never go out with Ellis. The seat felt hard, uncomfortable. I squirmed a bit and sighed.Truth was, I sort of liked Ellis. Which made it even more awkward when he backed off a few feet and stood watching me through the window, as if Hale would manifest in the seat next to me, in full view of him and the entire neighborhood.It would certainly make my job easier if he did. Now I had to hope my favorite ghost hadn't checked out on me. "Frankie," I said, rubbing the urn. "I hope you've rested up because it's go time. I need to see."Morning sunlight streamed in...to the car.MoreLess
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