Ghosts Beneath Us: A Third Spookie Town Murder Mystery (Spookie Town Murder Mysteries Book 3) Read Free Page A

Sinatra song, Fools Rush In , as she dragged the wagon away. Off to dumpster dive.
    Shaking her head, Abigail watched her leave. The old woman was a character but she had a good heart and an uncanny knack for rooting out mysteries or injustices. The problem was she kept laying them at Abigail’s feet and after the last horrendous escapade dealing with that serial killer Abigail hadn’t been looking to solve anyone else’s problems any time soon.
    So much for that.
    She just wanted to be happy, enjoy her life and her family. Was that too much to ask?
    Apparently it was
    Ghosts in the basement, p-l-e-a-s-e!
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    An hour and a half later Abigail was strolling towards town in the dappled sunshine, enjoying every moment. She’d always liked the fact her house was near enough to town she could easily walk it. With the sun over her, her light jacket was all she’d needed.
    She stepped from the grass onto the sidewalk lining Main Street’s businesses and smiled as she peeked into the merchant’s windows. Easter decorations had sprung up everywhere; pale pink, blue and green crepe paper framed most of the storefront displays. The book store, Tattered Corners, had a window presentation of famous children’s bunny books surrounded in Easter basket grass and multi-hued plastic eggs. A giant smiling stuffed rabbit was perched in the corner with baskets hanging on his front paws.
    The Bakery had a window crowded with pink-iced bunny donuts and cakes with tiny chocolate eggs on them. In the middle of it all was a plate of cream puffs in the shapes of rabbits.
    Even Stella’s Diner was decked out in its Easter best. Someone had strung egg shaped lights around the door and windows in typical pastel hues. It was real festive, those lights twinkling everywhere. Real welcoming.
    Abigail looked around, up and down the street, before she went through the diner’s door. It appeared the whole town was dressed up for Easter in ribbons and bows. Every storefront either had decorated its windows or had Easter adornments outside on the sidewalks. Tall cardboard rabbits or Easter scenes were propped up against the storefronts.
    The hardware store had a glorious pot of silk snow-white lilies bordering its entrance and someone, probably a high school art student, had fashioned paper mache Easter eggs and stacked them up in miniature wagons. Fat chubby bunnies and yummy looking baskets filled with goodies, ran along the glass front. Whoever had painted the windows wasn’t half bad. But then she couldn’t help but think if her daughter, Laura, had done them they’d look even better. With her guidance over the last year, Laura was becoming a skillful artist and Abigail was proud of her.
    Spookie sure did love its holidays. Every business went out of its way to dress up for the season. It was one of the reasons Abigail cherished the town so much. That and the people were unique; most of them were interesting, generous and kind.
    She walked into the diner. For that time of the morning it wasn’t very crowded. She must have caught one of its lulls.
    A woman Abigail recognized as someone who worked at the IGA and her young daughter were there on stools at the counter; gabbing in low tones about something or other. The girl didn’t look happy. There were blueberry smears around her lips.
    An elderly couple was at a corner table reading newspapers and eating bacon and eggs. Abagail had often seen them around town, though she didn’t know their names. The man was very frail looking and so thin Abigail thought he might be ill. He looked worse every time she saw them. A walker was snuggled against the wall at his side. The woman had to be his wife. She had the most beautiful long silvery hair worn piled on top of her head in a coiled bun. She possessed exceptional bone structure and always seemed so elegant. The way she dressed, always impeccably with matching outfits and accessories, pegged her as a woman who cared about her looks. She was