The Death Planner (Storage Ghost Murders Book 6)

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time!”
    Grace
warmed to Beth even more. She took the coffee and sandwich. “Thank you. I do
need to go, but I can wait.”
    “Nonsense.
You go now.” Beth placed her handbag on the shop counter. She turned to Frankie
and said, “Get round there, Frankie. Your poor sister has been run off her
feet.”
    Frankie
nodded and gave Beth a soppy smile. He looked like he was under some sort of
spell. He moved round to Grace’s side of the counter.
    Beth
pointed at the paper bag. “I hope you don’t mind but I bought you a chocolate
brownie too.”
    Grace
smiled at her new friend. No wonder Frankie had fallen for her.
    Beth
came round to Grace’s side and said, “You go and have a break. I’ll help
Frankie.”
    Frankie
gave Beth another soppy smile. Grace took the paper bag and cup with thanks.
She quickly walked away from the counter before Frankie came to his senses. She
headed towards the kitchen, hoping that Jenny would be there.
    Jenny
was there. Grace stopped in her tracks when she saw what Jenny was doing.

 

 
    Chapter
14

 
    Jenny
was standing in the corner of the kitchen. She was screaming and waving her
clipboard madly in front of her.
    Grace
felt like screaming too when she saw what, or who, Jenny was waving her board
at. Grace quickly put her coffee and paper bag on the kitchen table, planted
her hands on her hips and said firmly, “Right! That’s enough! Stop right
there!”
    The
wailing ghosts that were converging on Jenny stopped in their tracks. There was
silence for a moment then a thin man in a business suit shouted, “She has to
help us! I have to see Sarah! I have to tell her something!”
    The
other ghosts began moaning and groaning. Grace held her hands up. “No one is
going to help you if you carry on like that! Step away from Jenny. Can’t you
see that you’re scaring her?” Some of the ghosts lowered their outstretched
hands. Some took a step closer to Jenny who was now whimpering. Grace felt
anger rising in her. There was steel in her voice as she hissed, “I said that
was enough.”
    All
the ghosts turned towards Grace. The thin man pointed a bony finger at her.
“You! You have to help us!”
    Pearl
suddenly appeared at Grace’s side. Grace had never seen her look so angry.
Pearl raised her fist towards the ghosts and yelled, “What have I told you lot?
I told you to be patient! I told you to wait! How dare you come into this world
without my invitation!”
    The
thin man began to argue, “But we …”
    “Oi!
Skeleton-face! I’m talking. You get back to where you belong. Now!” Pearl
advanced on them. “I’m not even sure I want to help you any more! You
ungrateful mob of hooligans!”
    A
smaller ghost gestured towards the thin man and muttered, “It was his idea,
Pearl.”
    Pearl
threw her hands up. “Enough! Get back to your side and think about what you’ve
done!”
    The
ghosts moved towards the far wall of the kitchen and disappeared. Pearl let out
a sigh of relief and turned to Grace. “I’m sorry you had to see that. The
buggers sneaked out whilst I had my back turned.” Pearl looked towards Jenny,
her face softened and she walked over to her. “Jenny, love, they’ve gone now.
There’s no need to cry.”
    Grace
moved over to the two ghosts. She jerked her thumb towards the far wall.
“Pearl, what was going on there? What do they all want?”
    “It’s
nothing to do with you. I’ve told Jenny about your visit to Elsa’s house
yesterday. Show her the photos, she might recognise that man.”
    Grace
frowned as she looked at Jenny. “She doesn’t look as if she’s able to talk.”
    Pearl
patted Jenny on her shoulder and said, “Come on, Jenny. We need to get this
sorted out. Wipe your tears and have a look at those pictures that Grace has
taken.”
    Grace
didn’t miss the urgent tone in Pearl’s voice. She took out her phone and showed
Jenny the photos.
    Jenny
narrowed her eyes. “That could be anyone. I don’t recognise the back of his
head. But it

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