by: Lena Gregory
Series: Bay Island Psychic Mystery
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Release Date: February 6, 2018
Publisher: Berkley Prime Crime
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A haunting vision reveals a ghostly grave in the latest Bay Island Psychic Mystery from the author of Occult and Battery.
Whoever said that dead men tell no tales has never met Cass Donnovan...
Cass has always relied on her abilities to guide her, but after communications with a ghost land her in the middle of a murder investigation, she has to wonder if her gifts are really more a curse.
Cass knows she is meant to help track down the killer--much to the chagrin of local law enforcement--when the apparition leads her to a dead body on the beach near her psychic shop, Mystical Musings. But the police are not the only ones who wish Cass would stick to reading palms. Someone is trying to scare her off, and it will take all her powers of premonition to catch the killer before Cass herself becomes the next victim...
“You okay?”
She shrugged and swiped tears from her cheeks. “I have no idea.”
“What happened?”
She sighed and sat on the chair across from him, then pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. “I guess I fell asleep in the chair sometime during the night. When I opened my eyes this morning, I thought I saw the same woman from my dreams.”
Bee dropped his feet onto the floor, leaned forward, and propped his elbows on his knees. He contemplated her for a few minutes without saying anything.
She shifted, uncomfortable under his close scrutiny. “What?”
“Look, Cass.” He paused.
This time, she waited him out. He obviously had something on his mind. Eventually, he’d get to sharing it. In the meantime, she scanned the room, hoping not to find anything otherworldly.
“You know how I feel about any kind of psychic nonsense, and I’ll probably regret asking, but you never talk much about how you do what you do.” He pursed his lips and stared at her. “Are you . . . you know . . . really psychic? Can you really hear . . .” He cast a suspicious glance around the empty room and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Ghosts?”
Cass had never given it much thought. Stuff came to her, and she said it. Could the information she’d been relaying have come from spirits? Possibly, she supposed, but even if it did, it wasn’t as simple as that. “It’s not like that. I don’t just hear voices or anything like that. And I definitely never saw a ghost as clear as day.”
Except for the man’s image she—along with a roomful of other people—thought she saw during the first séance in the Madison Estate. Of course, she still clung tightly to the possibility of mass hysteria.
Bee stared a moment longer then waved his hand, dismissing whatever he’d been about to say.
Cass didn’t press. The last thing she needed was any further evaluation of her mental state. “I need a shower.”
“Go ahead. I’ll call the groomer and see if they can take Beast. Will you be all right?”
“Thanks, Bee.” Relief flooded her, at both the offer of help and the fact that he let everything else drop. She wasn’t sure which she was more grateful for. She resisted the urge to beg him to sit outside the bathroom door. “I’ll be fine.” A chill touched the base of her neck. Probably.
She shrugged and swiped tears from her cheeks. “I have no idea.”
“What happened?”
She sighed and sat on the chair across from him, then pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. “I guess I fell asleep in the chair sometime during the night. When I opened my eyes this morning, I thought I saw the same woman from my dreams.”
Bee dropped his feet onto the floor, leaned forward, and propped his elbows on his knees. He contemplated her for a few minutes without saying anything.
She shifted, uncomfortable under his close scrutiny. “What?”
“Look, Cass.” He paused.
This time, she waited him out. He obviously had something on his mind. Eventually, he’d get to sharing it. In the meantime, she scanned the room, hoping not to find anything otherworldly.
“You know how I feel about any kind of psychic nonsense, and I’ll probably regret asking, but you never talk much about how you do what you do.” He pursed his lips and stared at her. “Are you . . . you know . . . really psychic? Can you really hear . . .” He cast a suspicious glance around the empty room and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Ghosts?”
Cass had never given it much thought. Stuff came to her, and she said it. Could the information she’d been relaying have come from spirits? Possibly, she supposed, but even if it did, it wasn’t as simple as that. “It’s not like that. I don’t just hear voices or anything like that. And I definitely never saw a ghost as clear as day.”
Except for the man’s image she—along with a roomful of other people—thought she saw during the first séance in the Madison Estate. Of course, she still clung tightly to the possibility of mass hysteria.
Bee stared a moment longer then waved his hand, dismissing whatever he’d been about to say.
Cass didn’t press. The last thing she needed was any further evaluation of her mental state. “I need a shower.”
“Go ahead. I’ll call the groomer and see if they can take Beast. Will you be all right?”
“Thanks, Bee.” Relief flooded her, at both the offer of help and the fact that he let everything else drop. She wasn’t sure which she was more grateful for. She resisted the urge to beg him to sit outside the bathroom door. “I’ll be fine.” A chill touched the base of her neck. Probably.
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