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Good Bones
by L. A. Kelley
If the living won’t get justice for the dead,
who will?
No matter how challenging the case, psychologist Katherine
Fleming never shirks from helping a patient confront a painful issue. Her keen
powers of observation and compassionate nature have eased many troubled souls,
but a homicide detective with a buried secret of his own stirs more than just clinical
interest.
The first time Detective Jake Sumner spied the old house, he
sensed the good bones. Little did he know the purchase of the property included
an unusual tenant far from resting in peace. Can the new psychologist in town
help him treat a ghostly trauma case or is his growing attraction to Katherine
Fleming best left buried?
With the aid of a mysterious white cat and a mystical
mirror, Katherine and Jake join forces to solve a murder. Can they stop a
killer from claiming the next victim or will their investigation only lead them
six feet under?
Excerpt
Jake flicked on the light. Other
than faded floral wallpaper, the single decoration on the walls was a large
antique gilded mirror. The glass was old, dotted with hazy black splotches
where the reflective silver coating had worn away. Katherine’s image was
blurred and barely recognizable. She ran a finger over the window sill, and it
came away covered in dust. “Your tenant is a lousy housekeeper. This room
doesn’t seem as if anyone has been in here in years.”
“Yeah,” Jake murmured. “It’s not
her thing.”
“I don’t understand,” said
Katherine. “Where is she?” Without warning, the temperature plummeted.
Katherine shivered, hugging her arms to her chest. “Why is it so cold?”
Jake’s lips pressed together in a
thin, tight line, his gaze fixed on the mirror.
Click…click…click…click.
The lamp flicked on and off.
Katherine’s pulse soared. “Detective?”
Jake glowered at the lamp, his face
red with anger. He grabbed Katherine’s arm. “I’m sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn’t
have brought you here—”
The French doors slammed shut. From
outside came a muted thud as the front door closed as well. Katherine shrugged
off Jake’s grip. “W-what are you doing? This isn’t funny.”
“It’s not me.” He peered at the
mirror. “I’m sorry, Dr. Fleming. This is a bad idea. We should go now.”
Don’t leave me.
“W-who said that?” Katherine turned
around to face the mirror. Her eyes widened in horror as the black splotches
slid toward the center of the glass. “Trick.” Katherine clutched at her shirt.
“It must be a trick.”
The blotches whirled together. A
misty shape formed. Arms…legs…now torso…now head…an image of a person appeared
from inside the gilded frame. Facial features blurred beyond recognition, but
the body was definitely female. Katherine’s legs refused to move, a scream died
on her lips. Shaking, she raised a trembling arm. Instead of mimicking her
movement, the reflection remained rooted in place. “T-that’s not me.”
A plaintive whisper filled the air.
Help.
A blast of frigid wind whipped the
curtains and knocked Katherine into Jake. With the sound of breaking glass, a vaporous
arm separated from the mirror and reached toward her.
Help
me…
“Out now!” Jake dragged Katherine
across the room. He yanked open the parlor doors and shoved her into the foyer.
Please…
The unearthly plea followed
Katherine out of the house.
Pllleeeaaassseee…
Jake slammed the front door shut
behind them. The muted cry faded away.
Author Bio
I
write fantasy and science fiction adventures with humor, and a little romance
because life is dull without them. I don’t write either sexy naughty bits or
gore so your mama would approve, but do add a touch of cheeky sass so maybe she
wouldn’t. The South is home; a place where the heat and humidity have driven
everyone slightly mad. In my spare time I call in Bigfoot sightings to the Department
of Fish and Wildlife. They are heartily sick of hearing from me.
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