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sort of negative social explosion for Doc. I waded in on my tiptoes. “The sale is going through without a hitch at this point, but I need to see you.”
“Ohhhh. You’ve fallen in love with me, haven’t you?”
His question stunned me into a total silence rivaling that of deep space.
“I should’ve seen this coming. It happens all of the time.”
Was he serious? “All of the time?”
“Yes. Women get attached to me very quickly. My hypothesis is that it’s due to my ability to communicate with ghosts.”
“So you think that makes you a rock star in their eyes?”
“No, of course not,” he said, as if I were the silly one this morning. “I believe that they see how good I am at communicating with ghosts and it appeals to their need to find a man whose communication skills are on an equal playing field with them. Time and again, women complain about how their husband or boyfriend won’t talk to them. I’m the answer to their prayers—the answer to your prayers.”
Actually, he’d been more the cause of my nightmares.
“Cornelius, I have not fallen in love with you, so it’s your lucky day.”
“That would explain the two ravens.”
At this point, I figured the best course was to continue with my initial reason for calling him last night and leaving a voicemail to get back with me ASAP. “I need to see you about a ghost.”
“You have been reaching out, Violet. I knew it. I could feel the ripples in the other realm. Bad girl!”
I hit my phone on the bed a few times. Doc owed me big time for this. “No, Cornelius, those ripples weren’t caused by me. But when you return, I’d like to discuss another meeting with you like we had up at Mount Moriah.” Just thinking about how I’d reached into the darkness and torn out that thing’s tongue still made me tuck in my knees and tremble.
“You mean a séance, Violet?” I could hear the excitement in his voice. He was probably hopping around down there in Goldwash like a grasshopper in tall weeds.
I cringed. “I’d prefer we call it a reaching out session.”
“It’s more like a type of reaching inward therapy. Should we reserve the jail cell at the police station?”
“No, we definitely should not.” Cornelius had been leaning on me to have a séance in one of the jail cells in Detective Cooper’s lair since he’d found out a prisoner had hanged himself there and was said to still haunt the place. I could only imagine the slew of nicknames I’d incur if I toted candles and an EVP monitor into the station and started talking to the walls.
“I’d prefer to be in the privacy of your hotel suite again,” I told him. The last two séances—the only two I’d ever taken part in—had been in his hotel room. Mt. Moriah wasn’t really a séance, more of freaky-ass accident. “Only this time, Safari Skipper and her biker boyfriend can’t join us.”
“Who will run my equipment?”
“You said that it could practically run itself.”
“That’s true, but there’s safety in numbers when it comes to the paranormal world.”
Not in my experience. One seemed to be the magic number, unfortunately, but there were no witnesses to back up my story and keep me from appearing temporarily insane.
“We’ll take our chances.” I’d surprise him with Doc’s presence. Since Cornelius was of the mindset the-more-the-merrier, he wouldn’t mind a third party attendee.
“I’ll be back up there this weekend.”
Good, that gave me time to prepare for this mentally so the anxiety wouldn’t strangle my heart in the meantime. “Call me when you’re settled in.”
“I’m going to go catch one of those ravens and pluck a few of its feathers to bring with me for the séance.”
“Excellent. I’ll pick up some eye of newt the next time I’m at Piggly Wiggly.” I wondered if he could hear how deep the sarcasm was flowing on my end.
“Don’t waste your time, Violet. They don’t sell eye of newt there,” he said and hung up on
“Ohhhh. You’ve fallen in love with me, haven’t you?”
His question stunned me into a total silence rivaling that of deep space.
“I should’ve seen this coming. It happens all of the time.”
Was he serious? “All of the time?”
“Yes. Women get attached to me very quickly. My hypothesis is that it’s due to my ability to communicate with ghosts.”
“So you think that makes you a rock star in their eyes?”
“No, of course not,” he said, as if I were the silly one this morning. “I believe that they see how good I am at communicating with ghosts and it appeals to their need to find a man whose communication skills are on an equal playing field with them. Time and again, women complain about how their husband or boyfriend won’t talk to them. I’m the answer to their prayers—the answer to your prayers.”
Actually, he’d been more the cause of my nightmares.
“Cornelius, I have not fallen in love with you, so it’s your lucky day.”
“That would explain the two ravens.”
At this point, I figured the best course was to continue with my initial reason for calling him last night and leaving a voicemail to get back with me ASAP. “I need to see you about a ghost.”
“You have been reaching out, Violet. I knew it. I could feel the ripples in the other realm. Bad girl!”
I hit my phone on the bed a few times. Doc owed me big time for this. “No, Cornelius, those ripples weren’t caused by me. But when you return, I’d like to discuss another meeting with you like we had up at Mount Moriah.” Just thinking about how I’d reached into the darkness and torn out that thing’s tongue still made me tuck in my knees and tremble.
“You mean a séance, Violet?” I could hear the excitement in his voice. He was probably hopping around down there in Goldwash like a grasshopper in tall weeds.
I cringed. “I’d prefer we call it a reaching out session.”
“It’s more like a type of reaching inward therapy. Should we reserve the jail cell at the police station?”
“No, we definitely should not.” Cornelius had been leaning on me to have a séance in one of the jail cells in Detective Cooper’s lair since he’d found out a prisoner had hanged himself there and was said to still haunt the place. I could only imagine the slew of nicknames I’d incur if I toted candles and an EVP monitor into the station and started talking to the walls.
“I’d prefer to be in the privacy of your hotel suite again,” I told him. The last two séances—the only two I’d ever taken part in—had been in his hotel room. Mt. Moriah wasn’t really a séance, more of freaky-ass accident. “Only this time, Safari Skipper and her biker boyfriend can’t join us.”
“Who will run my equipment?”
“You said that it could practically run itself.”
“That’s true, but there’s safety in numbers when it comes to the paranormal world.”
Not in my experience. One seemed to be the magic number, unfortunately, but there were no witnesses to back up my story and keep me from appearing temporarily insane.
“We’ll take our chances.” I’d surprise him with Doc’s presence. Since Cornelius was of the mindset the-more-the-merrier, he wouldn’t mind a third party attendee.
“I’ll be back up there this weekend.”
Good, that gave me time to prepare for this mentally so the anxiety wouldn’t strangle my heart in the meantime. “Call me when you’re settled in.”
“I’m going to go catch one of those ravens and pluck a few of its feathers to bring with me for the séance.”
“Excellent. I’ll pick up some eye of newt the next time I’m at Piggly Wiggly.” I wondered if he could hear how deep the sarcasm was flowing on my end.
“Don’t waste your time, Violet. They don’t sell eye of newt there,” he said and hung up on
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