The Ghost Who Wanted Revenge (Haunting Danielle Book 4) Read Free

hour.”
    “I know.” Danielle watched the waves breaking along the sandy shore. “She suggested I wait around back. They have this great swing looking out over the ocean. We need to get Ian one of these, and I’ll go over to his house and use it,” Danielle said with a laugh.
    “I still don’t understand why they haven’t showed up if they said they were only twenty minutes away. When did they call?”
    “The first time, about ten minutes after I got here. They called again about thirty minutes later. I guess they had some sort of car trouble, but promised to be here in twenty minutes. I told them not to worry. I’m enjoying their back view. It really is amazing, Lily.”
    “Okay, I was just getting worried about you.”
    “Are you alright? Walt taking care of you?”
    “He brought me some coffee after I first got up—at least I assume he brought it. Watching a cup of coffee float through the air is a little unnerving. I keep wondering what Ian would say if he ever walked into the house and witnessed some of Walt’s levitations.”
    “He would probably write a book about it.” Danielle chuckled.
    “I imagine you’re right.”
    “Have you heard from Ian?”
    “He’s coming home in the morning. I’ll sure be glad to see him.”
    “I tell you what, if Mrs. Anderson doesn’t show up in the next fifteen minutes, I’ll give her a call and arrange to see the piano another time.”
    “Don’t hurry home because of me, I’m fine. I was just worried about you.”
    “But you haven’t had breakfast yet. Walt didn’t make your breakfast, did he?”
    “Now that would be interesting to watch,” Lily said with a hearty laugh. “Would love to capture that on video and post it on YouTube. Nothing like watching eggs and frying pans floating through the air.”
    “Don’t get any ideas,” Danielle teased.
    “Don’t worry. Anyway, Joanne’s here now. She’s making me breakfast.”
    “Wow, I have been here for a while, must be after eight.”
    “Almost 8:30.”
    “If Joanne’s there I suppose there’s no reason to hurry back. Might as well enjoy the scenery while waiting for Mrs. Anderson. I can’t imagine they’ll be much longer.”
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    L ily had just hobbled from her bedroom into the hallway when she heard someone ring the doorbell.
    “I’ll get it,” Joanne called out, scurrying from the kitchen down the hall to the front door. “I have your breakfast almost ready.”
    Lily followed Joanne to the door, using a crutch to ease the pressure on her bad leg. When Joanne opened the door, it was Brian Henderson standing on the front porch with two other officers.
    “Is Danielle Boatman here?” Brian asked curtly.
    “Morning Brian,” Joanne returned, frowning at his impersonal tone. “No, she’s not.”
    “Where is she? When did she leave?” he asked.
    “She went to look at a piano,” Joanne told him. “I don’t know when she left. She wasn’t here when I arrived this morning.”
    “What’s this about?” Lily asked, making her way to the door. She stood by Joanne. Glancing outside, she noticed there were several police cars parked in the street.
    “Where is Danielle, Lily?” Brian asked.
    “Like Joanne said, she went to look at a piano. What is this about?”
    “What time did she leave?”
    “Around seven, why? Has something happened?”
    “Have you heard from her?” Brian asked.
    “Yeah, I talked to her a little while ago.”
    “Where was she?”
    “Waiting to look at the piano.”
    “What piano, where?” he asked.
    “Over on the south side of town. What’s going on?”
    At Lily’s mention of the south side of town, Brian exchanged knowing glances with the officers by his side.
    “What’s this about a piano?” Brian asked.
    “Danielle wants to get a piano for Marlow House. She went to look at one this morning. Do you want me to call her?” Lily asked.
    “Isn’t it a little early in the morning to be shopping for pianos?” Brian asked.
    “The lady who owns it