you all right?”
Lily
nodded and tried to smile. Her smile froze as something in front of her caught
her attention. She screamed. “No! I don’t want to see it again!”
Grace
turned to where Lily was looking. There was nothing there. What was Lily
seeing? Did it have something to do with Archie? Was Lily there when Archie
died?
Grace
said, “Lily, please calm down. Whatever you’re seeing, it can’t hurt you.”
Lily
looked at Grace, her eyes wide with fear. “But it does hurt me, it hurts my
heart.”
The
young woman shimmered and then disappeared. Grace waited a moment to see if she
would come back. She didn’t.
Grace
was aware of the comment that Carol had made about ‘Old Raspberry’ coming to
check on the room. She had no doubts that the maids were referring to Ms R.
Berry. Grace certainly didn’t want to be caught in this room if Ms Berry walked
in. She had a quick scan of the room but didn’t think she’d remember everything
in it.
She
left the room at high speed and made her way downstairs. Reception was ahead of
her but Grace spotted a door to the side that led to the garden. She went
through it and was soon out on to a lawned area. There were lights dotted
around the grass and it looked bewitching. Something made Grace look back over
her shoulder. She saw a balcony, was that the one from the honeymoon suite?
Grace soon got her confirmation as the ghost of Lily appeared. She gave Grace a
small wave and then vanished again.
Well,
she wasn’t going to be easy to talk to.
Grace
got in the van and drove back to the shop. She thought about Archie Goodwin.
She needed to know a lot more about his life before she could investigate his
murder further. Hopefully, he would have remembered a bit more by now.
Grace
arrived at the shop. It was deserted. Nobody living, or dead, appeared as she
called out various names.
She
went into the kitchen and put the kettle on. She realised that she hadn’t eaten
all day. There was always a tin full of chocolate biscuits in the cupboards.
For Frankie’s sake, not hers. She helped herself to a couple of biscuits.
Revived
by her snack, she returned to the shop and called out names again. There was still
no appearance of anyone.
Grace
checked her watch, nearly 9 p.m. She should be going home. She sighed as she
remembered the storage locker contents hadn’t been put on the shelves. She’d
told Frankie she would that.
“I’ll
make a start,” she mumbled to herself. She started with Archie’s clothes. “I’d
better keep these safe somewhere.” She looked at the top layer of clothes again
before she closed the lid. Something was really bothering her about Archie’s
wedding clothes.
Grace
closed her eyes and tried to let her thoughts settle down.
Her
eyes sprang open.
That
was it!
Chapter 9
For
the next thirty minutes Grace called out Pearl and Archie’s names. Neither of
them turned up.
Grace
wondered where they’d gone. Where do ghosts go anyway? She knew that Archie was
in Pearl’s care but then she had a sudden pang of concern for the poor man. Was
Pearl leading him astray somewhere? Some ghostly pub down a back alley? She
shook her head. Pearl could be brusque and speak her mind but Grace knew she’d
take good care of Archie.
Grace
decided to head for home.
When
she returned to the shop the next morning she almost turned on her heel and
walked straight out again.
“What
time do you call this?” Frankie growled at her from the kitchen table. From the
way he was nursing his coffee, and the paleness of his face, Grace suspected he
was either poorly or hung-over. She suspected the latter.
Grace
looked at her watch and declared loudly, “It’s 8 a.m. Isn’t it a lovely
morning?”
“There’s
no need to shout!” Frankie moaned. He rubbed his forehead and grimaced. “And
it’s not a lovely morning. The world ended last night.”
Grace
put her handbag on the table. “Did it? I didn’t notice. Do you want a fresh
coffee? Have you