Ghost Hunter (The Middle-aged Ghost Whisperer Book 2): (Ghost Cozy Mystery series) Read Online Free PDF

clairvoyant medium. I instantly thought of other jobs I could do to make money. I could go thrift diving and sell the goods on eBay, or I could start a dog walking business. I tried to stay positive, and quell my rising fear.
    My agent shot me a look of concern. “Don’t look like that, Prudence. It might not be as bad as all that. I’m not saying that everyone will cancel.”
    “Look, William,” I said firmly, “this is my sole livelihood. If I can’t book enough to live on, then I’ll have to quit, and look for work elsewhere. I have a mortgage, and two cats.” I was embarrassed to hear my voice shaking, and I dug my fingernails into my hand in an attempt to stop the tears that were already starting to fall.
    William looked discomforted, but said no more for a while. Finally, he spoke. “That might be for the best, Prudence, if you did look for other work. I really think the days of making a living as a medium in this country could be coming to an end, at least for you.”
    I nodded, excused myself, and hurried back to my car. After turning the wrong way about three times, I finally made my way out of the parking garage.
    I was about to head home, but then I thought that I might as well go back to Constable Decker’s house. After all, I was in the area, and I could make the most of it. This time, a neighbor was out mowing his lawn, and he kept shooting glances in my direction. I figured that I shouldn’t stay long at all. I would make one more attempt to contact the spirit, and then leave, before the cops were called to me. I would have a hard time explaining what I was doing parked outside a murdered cop’s house on two consecutive days.
    This time, the spirit did come through, although not very clearly. He said one word, ‘Cyclops’.
    It was the word I had heard before, a word Brady Wayland had told me after his sister had murdered him. I had thought it was to do with Brady’s case, but now I realized it had something to do with Alum. Yet I had mentioned the word to Alum, and he’d had no idea what it meant.
    The neighbor shot me another look from over his hedge, so I prepared to drive away. Just as I did, Constable Decker’s spirit came through more clearly. Again, he said the word, ‘Cyclops’.
     
     

Chapter 6
     
    When I got home that day, I spent hours thinking about what I would do if I could no longer continue to make a living as a clairvoyant medium. I sure hoped it wouldn’t come to that, but if it did, I wanted to be prepared.
    At the end of several hours, I was no further advanced in my plans. All it had given me was an awfully sore neck. I decided I needed a long hot bath—and a nice glass of Shiraz—to force myself to relax. I poured in a good quarter of a bottle of lavender bubble bath, and then as the scent of lavender wasn’t strong enough for me, I added half a bottle of lavender essential oil that I usually kept for the oil burner.
    By the time the bathtub was full of bubbles, I was feeling a little less stressed. I undressed and lowered myself into the bathtub, displacing many of the heavenly bubbles, my glass of wine beside me. I reached for my wine and took a sip.
    Half a glass of wine later, and my predicament didn’t seem so bad. I still hadn’t heard from my agent, but there was no use worrying about something that might never happen.
    At any rate, I had more pressing matters to worry about, namely Alum. I was delighted that he was alive, more than delighted, but I had to do everything I could to make sure he stayed that way. I was the only person with whom he could communicate, and his partner would want to make sure he could finish off the job before Alum could tell everyone that he was the one who shot him.
    I tried to push those thoughts from my head. I sank lower into the bubbles, just as Alum suddenly manifested in front of me.
    I let out an involuntary squeal, and lowered myself even further into the tub.
    Alum gasped and covered his eyes with both hands. “I’m