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

so sorry, Prudence!” he exclaimed. “I had no idea I’d appear right here! Um, I didn’t see anything, truly,” he added in a guilty tone that didn’t sound entirely convincing.
    “That’s okay,” I squeaked. To what degree had the bubbles covered me when he appeared? I couldn’t be sure. I could almost hear my face turning beet red.
    I was about to suggest that Alum leave the room while I got out of the tub and made myself presentable, but then I realized that he could vanish at any second. I would just have to stay in the tub, as awkward as it was. Alum must have been thinking the same thing, because he hurried to fill me in. “I think I’m getting better,” he said.
    “That’s great,” I said.
    Alum shook his head. “Not so great, because when I do get better, I’ll be stuck at the safe house and won’t be able to speak with you any more.”
    “Do you have any news? Did you find out anything else?” I asked hopefully.
    “No.” His tone was sad.
    “I have news,” I said, almost rising out of the bathtub before I caught myself and slipped back into the tub. “I found out that it was Constable Decker who was murdered.”
    Alum made to move forward but stopped himself. “Are you sure?”
    I nodded. “Yes. I went to Tamworth yesterday. Oh, I forgot to tell you that I googled the names of the two officers that you gave me, and found their addresses online. Constable Summers did return home, and then I went to Constable Decker’s house. I didn’t see him at all, and I waited there for hours.”
    “But that doesn’t mean he was the murder victim,” Alum said. “He could’ve been anywhere.”
    “Let me finish,” I said, with a wave of my hand. “Yesterday, I sensed the spirit of someone newly dead outside Constable Decker’s house, and so I went back there today. He didn’t come through clearly, but I realized today that it was the spirit of the constable. He also gave me the word ‘Cyclops’.”
    “Cyclops?” Alum’s eyebrows shot up.
    “Yes, that word again,” I said. “Do you have any idea what it means?”
    Alum was quiet for a few moments before answering. “No,” he said. “I haven’t heard it mentioned at all since I’ve come out of the coma, and not before, for that matter.”
    “So are you completely out of the coma now?” I asked him. I didn’t know the first thing about comas, but I had googled them since Alum told me his news. There seemed to be so many variables.
    “I assume so,” he said, “but I keep going into a deep sleep. I’m still too weak to speak and I’m still far too weak to hold a pen. I assume that’s why I’m having more trouble coming through to you, because I’m actually getting better.”
    “But that’s great news!” I said, but Alum interrupted me.
    “It is and it isn’t,” he said. “The timing is everything. I need to tell them that it was my partner, Stanfield Kelly, who shot me and is involved in the cocaine gang, and if he happens to find out I’m still alive before I’m able to communicate with them…” His words hung on the air, and with that, he vanished.
    I tapped my forehead, my pleasure at seeing Alum now gone. He was right. I was the only person who knew the truth about his partner, and I could hardly march up to the police and tell them I was communicating with Alum while he was in a coma. There was only one option open to me, and that was to find out where Alum was. If I could find out where he was and go there in person, the police would have to listen to me. I would make them listen to me.
    I shook my head. It seemed such a crazy plan, but what other option was there? The only one I could think of was to call the police and tell them what I knew, but I could be speaking to the police who were involved with Stanfield Kelly. No, it was clear; I had to find the safe house and tell the police there in person.
    I wanted to get out of the bathtub and dry myself, because there was no way I was going to relax now. I