you’re going to say before you say it.”
“Eccentric maybe, but she’s definitely not weird. I think they’re a very handsome couple.” Jessie sat down and watched the crowd around her.
Everywhere she looked she saw smiling, happy faces, people greeting each other, and picnic baskets on blankets. This was how you were meant to spend an early summer’s evening.
Not one black rain cloud loomed as a threat to what had to be the perfect summer night. The band was setting up, doing microphone checks, and tuning their instruments; children were running around the blankets with laughs and giggles intermingled with a few cries. She could get used to this lifestyle.
“I invited Dylan and Matt to come by during their break and get something to eat.” Katie started unpacking the bag with the condiments in it. “They both have to work tonight. I hope you don’t mind. You and Matt are always at odds.”
“I don’t mind. I can be civil if I work hard at it.” Jessie laughed and threw the salt shaker at Katie. “Nice catch.”
“I know how your devious mind works. I’ve learned to expect the unexpected when I’m with you.” Katie laughed. “By the way, I’ve waited long enough for you to tell me what had you so upset the other night. You did say you would tell me later if I let up, which I did, so fess up.” Katie grabbed Jessie’s shoulder and shook her playfully.
“Don’t interrupt like you usually do and let me get through the whole story first, and then you can ask any questions you have.” Jessie cleared her throat and retold the story about all her sightings of Gina.
“Wow, I didn’t see that coming.” Katie put her hand to her face and pushed her hair behind her ear. “You don’t believe in ghosts, do you? I guess that’s a stupid question in light of everything you’ve experienced since you’ve moved here. It’s a wonder you haven’t moved back to New York already.”
“I don’t know what I believe, but I can’t just dismiss it as though nothing has happened. I now know the woman staring at me as if she was waiting for me, the woman at the edge of the woods, and the one who I saw in the church was Gina Martin. For some reason she has come to me and wants my help, so I’m going to do it.” Jessie saw Katie’s puzzled look. “I know, crazy, huh? I’ll attempt to tell her story and hopefully in the process find out who killed her.”
“I don’t know what to say. I’ve never heard anything like this before.”
“Wow, now this is a first, you speechless.” Jessie laughed. “Seriously, I’m going to write a story about Gina, but some of what I might find out will have to be kept secret.”
“Are you kidding me?” Her eyebrows rose. “Of course I’ll keep what you tell me secret. There is still a murderer out there. Aren’t you just a little bit afraid you’ll stir up trouble and get in over your head? Remember I told you this is a small town. Everyone knows everyone’s business.”
“I’m already in over my head by no choice of my own.” She frowned. “I have a ghost hanging around me, which is unusual even for me.” Jessie opened the lid on the picnic basket. “What did you bring for dinner?”
“Oh, no, you don’t!” Katie snapped the lid down. “It’s the same thing I packed in the box dinners for the guests at the inn.”
“Which is?”
Katie never answered her because they were interrupted by Pastor Rick and a friend who strolled over.
Rick looked at the man beside him. “This is my new secretary, Jessie.” Rick smiled at her. “Jessie, this is Brad Martin.”
Chills went down her spine when she heard Brad’s name. “Hi.” She paused. “I hope you’re enjoying the evening.” She managed a forced smile. He greeted her with a barely an audible hi back, his face showing no visible emotion at all.
“Brad was married to Gina and is still grieving, so I thought I would get him out among people tonight.” His eyes shifted to Katie and then
“Eccentric maybe, but she’s definitely not weird. I think they’re a very handsome couple.” Jessie sat down and watched the crowd around her.
Everywhere she looked she saw smiling, happy faces, people greeting each other, and picnic baskets on blankets. This was how you were meant to spend an early summer’s evening.
Not one black rain cloud loomed as a threat to what had to be the perfect summer night. The band was setting up, doing microphone checks, and tuning their instruments; children were running around the blankets with laughs and giggles intermingled with a few cries. She could get used to this lifestyle.
“I invited Dylan and Matt to come by during their break and get something to eat.” Katie started unpacking the bag with the condiments in it. “They both have to work tonight. I hope you don’t mind. You and Matt are always at odds.”
“I don’t mind. I can be civil if I work hard at it.” Jessie laughed and threw the salt shaker at Katie. “Nice catch.”
“I know how your devious mind works. I’ve learned to expect the unexpected when I’m with you.” Katie laughed. “By the way, I’ve waited long enough for you to tell me what had you so upset the other night. You did say you would tell me later if I let up, which I did, so fess up.” Katie grabbed Jessie’s shoulder and shook her playfully.
“Don’t interrupt like you usually do and let me get through the whole story first, and then you can ask any questions you have.” Jessie cleared her throat and retold the story about all her sightings of Gina.
“Wow, I didn’t see that coming.” Katie put her hand to her face and pushed her hair behind her ear. “You don’t believe in ghosts, do you? I guess that’s a stupid question in light of everything you’ve experienced since you’ve moved here. It’s a wonder you haven’t moved back to New York already.”
“I don’t know what I believe, but I can’t just dismiss it as though nothing has happened. I now know the woman staring at me as if she was waiting for me, the woman at the edge of the woods, and the one who I saw in the church was Gina Martin. For some reason she has come to me and wants my help, so I’m going to do it.” Jessie saw Katie’s puzzled look. “I know, crazy, huh? I’ll attempt to tell her story and hopefully in the process find out who killed her.”
“I don’t know what to say. I’ve never heard anything like this before.”
“Wow, now this is a first, you speechless.” Jessie laughed. “Seriously, I’m going to write a story about Gina, but some of what I might find out will have to be kept secret.”
“Are you kidding me?” Her eyebrows rose. “Of course I’ll keep what you tell me secret. There is still a murderer out there. Aren’t you just a little bit afraid you’ll stir up trouble and get in over your head? Remember I told you this is a small town. Everyone knows everyone’s business.”
“I’m already in over my head by no choice of my own.” She frowned. “I have a ghost hanging around me, which is unusual even for me.” Jessie opened the lid on the picnic basket. “What did you bring for dinner?”
“Oh, no, you don’t!” Katie snapped the lid down. “It’s the same thing I packed in the box dinners for the guests at the inn.”
“Which is?”
Katie never answered her because they were interrupted by Pastor Rick and a friend who strolled over.
Rick looked at the man beside him. “This is my new secretary, Jessie.” Rick smiled at her. “Jessie, this is Brad Martin.”
Chills went down her spine when she heard Brad’s name. “Hi.” She paused. “I hope you’re enjoying the evening.” She managed a forced smile. He greeted her with a barely an audible hi back, his face showing no visible emotion at all.
“Brad was married to Gina and is still grieving, so I thought I would get him out among people tonight.” His eyes shifted to Katie and then
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