Who Invited the Ghost to Dinner: A Ghost Writer Mystery Read Online Free PDF

mention the mob, and you freak out.”
    “I did not freak out.”
    “Yeah, you did,” Mac said.
    It took everything I had not to respond. But the next time I got him alone…
    The bell over the door rang, and I turned around to see Mike walk in. “I thought you were going to call me when you got back,” he said, giving me a warm embrace.
    “I did call a couple of times, but I just got your voicemail.”
    “You could have left a message.”
    “I figured you were busy.”
    “You aren’t avoiding me, are you?”
    “Of course not!”
    “I’d avoid him if I were you,” Mac said disgustedly. “He’s a cop. They cause nothing but problems.”
    “I saw Grandpa and Alma this morning,” Mike said, unaware of Mac’s presence. “They seem to be settling into married life at their new house. How did you manage to get that for them?”
    “I didn’t have anything to do with it,” I said. “They did that all on their own.”
    “You mean this guy is related to that cop who married your grandmother?” Mac said. “I haven’t been around this many cops since the last time they raided our hideout in ’53!”
    “We need to get them some housewarming gifts,” Randy said. “Is there anything that they need?”
    “I don’t know, to be honest. But I’ll ask them,” I replied. “Anything exciting happen while I was gone?”
    “Not really,” Mike said, leaning against the counter. “Another protest at Ingram Properties.”
    “What was it about this time?” Randy asked.
    “Ingram wants to buy some property in a residential area, with plans to build some retail stores with residential lofts above the stores. People in the neighborhood aren’t happy, because it could raise their property taxes, not to mention the area isn’t zoned for businesses.”
    “Something I’m sure Joey Ingram will take care of, I’m sure,” I said.
    “He’s already talking to the city council,” Mike confirmed. “But that’s not the worst part of it.”
    “What’s the worst part?”
    “It’s in your neighborhood.”
    “What? Tell me you’re joking.”
    “Afraid not. Sorry.”
    “What part of my neighborhood is he looking at?”
    “I believe it’s down the street from your house, on the side that is facing Brown.”
    “That’s a couple of blocks from me!” I said, shaking my head.
    “You’re not the only one who’s upset. But don’t join any of the protests. I would hate to have to explain to your mother why I arrested you.”
    “Could this day possibly get any worse?” I said, turning around and putting my head down on the counter.
    Mike looked at me, then at Randy. “What’s her problem?”
    I jerked my head up and glared at my best friend. “Don’t EVEN…”
    “She’s having some ghost issues.”
    I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “You just can’t keep a secret these days, can you?”
    “What does he mean, ghost issues?” Mike asked me. “Have you seen another one?”
    “Maybe.”
    “What kind of answer is that? You’ve either seen one or you haven’t. Which is it?”
    “Actually, she’s seeing two of them.”
    “Oh my god, will you shut up? What is it with you?”
    “He already knows you can see ghosts, Cam. He saw the last one, remember? You cannot build a healthy relationship if you start keeping secrets from each other.”
    “What are you, the honesty police? Besides, you’re the one that told me not to date Mike, remember?” Two could play at this game.
    Mike whistled, which made both of us look at him. “Time out. What is going on? And did you really tell her not to go out with me, Randy?”
    “Maybe once or twice,” he muttered.
    “More like every day for three months,” I said.
    Mike looked like he wanted to punch Randy in the face, but he controlled the urge “What is this about ghosts?”
    “Nothing, not a thing,” I told him. The last time I had gotten involved with a ghost, Mike hadn’t been able to see Stanley until the night Amelia Ashton, Mike, and I were held