Bad Ghosts Club by Danielle Garrett (Beechwood Harbor Ghost Mysteries Book 7)
English | 2020 | Mystery, Thriller | ePUB | 3.7 MB
Danielle lives in Oregon, and while she travels as often as possible, she wouldn’t call anywhere else home. She shares her life with her husband and their house full of animals.
Just when I thought I’d seen it all…
After twenty plus years in the land of the not-so-living, I didn’t think a ghost could surprise me. Consider that winning streak over. While looking for the perfect piece of Seattle real estate, leave it to me to find the world’s first ghost detective.
Yeah, you heard that right. A ghost detective.
The Supernatural Protection Agency has written her off as the ghost who cries murder, but this time she swears she’s onto something big. Something real.
Like a moth to a bonfire, I dive in headfirst, just in time for the trouble she’s been following to take a U-turn.
“You’re the best.” I gave her a quick embrace. Over the past couple of years, we’d become friends, in addition to our employer/employee relationship. Lizzie had my back, both at the shop and outside it. “Thank you,” I said.
The bell on the front door twinkled and a trio of middle-aged ladies wandered into the store. With summer in the rearview mirror, it was no longer the peak of tourist season in the small coastal town of Beechwood Harbor, but this weekend there was a wine festival a couple towns over and our little community was experiencing a slight surge in visitors as people passed through on their way to and from the event.
Lizzie greeted the women with a friendly smile, and I placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’m going to head upstairs and finish packing.”
She nodded, then rounded the front counter to go strike up a conversation about the various gift items in the front window display.
I took the back stairs up to the small apartment built above the retail space. When I’d originally viewed the property, I’d agreed to lease the apartment, too, thinking it would serve as a temporary crash pad while I built my business. However, a lot had changed since my move to the small, coastal town a few years ago. For starters, I’d met and married my husband, Lucas Greene. There was some irony in getting a new last name before a new address. In the whirlwind of acclimating to life in a new town, starting my own business, falling in love and getting married, I hadn’t given house hunting more than a cursory glance through the rental listings in the local paper every few months.
All of that changed after Lucas and I exchanged our I dos. We were now knee-deep in the house hunting process, only not in Beechwood Harbor. Lucas’s job was in Seattle. He had a plush corporate rental, courtesy of his job with a high-end security firm, but it was more of a crash pad. It wasn’t meant to be permanent, and certainly wasn’t the kind of place we envisioned spending our newlywed years. We’d started the house hunt prior to the wedding, but nothing had worked out yet. So, I spent my time ping-ponging between the big city and the quiet small town. I was beginning to feel like I had a split personality. There was Beechwood Harbor Scarlet, working at Lily Pond and keeping up my personal relationships. Then there was Seattle Scarlet, the newlywed bride trying to soak up every minute with her husband, wishing life came equipped was a pause button.