Deadly Spirits
Deadly Spirits Mac McClellan Mystery Series, book 4

Publisher - Camel Press Author - E. Michael Helms

When PI Mac McClellan's girlfriend convinces him to join the Palmetto Paranormal Society, he becomes embroiled in a case of whooodunnit. The society president, while investigating an old hotel, is found dead at the foot of the stairwell, his neck broken. The man's secretary and current squeeze stands horrified beside his body. Authorities rule the death an accident. Mac has doubts--no one heard the man tumbling down the stairs. Then the secretary dies in an apparent suicide. Two deaths in two paranormal investigations, and not a peep out of either victim. Mac suspects there's more going on than a vengeful spirit. Book 4 in the Mac McClellan Mystery series, which began with Deadly Catch.


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I pulled my digital recorder out of another pocket and pressed the "on" button. Remembering Kate's lesson that it's better to place the recorder on something stable rather than hold it, I set it on an upended wooden crate a few feet away.

"You in here, Captain?"

Silence.

"Are you the one who was smoking a pipe around here?"

Still no response.

"I've got some fine Scotch with me. You can have a snort if you give me a sign."

Silence again.

"It's real good stuff. The Dalmore, twelve-year-old Highland single malt."

Evidently whoever was haunting the storage building wasn't a Scotch connoisseur.

"If there's anybody in here, make yourself known. Give me a sign... light your pipe. Knock on the wall, or--"

Something slid and thumped along the back wall. Chills raced down my spine as I hopped up, switched on the flashlight, and shined it toward the sound. An old shovel that had been standing on its blade balanced against the wall now lay at an angle against a barrel missing several staves. I caught my breath and waited for the adrenaline rush to subside, relieved that nobody was with me to witness my reaction to the noise. "You chickenshit," I muttered.

I sat back down and took a few deep breaths. After a couple of minutes I heard more rustling coming from the same general area. This time I grabbed my phone and snapped several blind pictures, hoping to capture something I couldn't see in the darkness. I checked the photos and felt the hair rise on my arms as a couple of blood-red eyes stared back at me. Okay, enough of this ghost crap, I thought, after calling myself a few more choice names. It was time for the assault.

With the flashlight in one hand and my phone in the other, I stood up for a showdown. "Come out, come out, wherever you are, spook," I said as I worked my way between obstacles, keeping a wary eye out for rattlers. "Let's me and you have a little talk about--"

A big raccoon bolted out of nowhere, almost running headlong into me as he brushed my leg and shot out the door. I stumbled backward into some shelving that gave way. Rusty cans and dusty boxes tumbled onto my head, shoulders, and chest, landing on the worn plank floor. I'd barely caught my breath when one of the objects moved, changed shape, and started buzzing. Christ on a crutch--rattlesnake!

I don't believe in levitation, but I have no recollection of running out of the shed. One minute I was inside with a coiled, pissed-off diamondback at my feet, and the next thing I knew I was outside, bent over, and gasping for breath.

And that's when I heard the scream.



Category: Fiction | Mystery Suggested Price: 15.95 Release Date: 01/15/2017 ISBN: 978-1-60381-349-5 Product Type: Paperback # Pages: 266