“If you were really my friend you’d simply do as I tell you and give me a boost,” Max grumbled.
“What’s all this about a ghost?” Odelia muttered, supporting her head on her hand, her eyes drooping closed again.
“We saw the ghost of Donna Bruce. She was haunting her own house. Can I get a snack now?” asked Max.
Odelia’s eyes flashed open. “What were you two doing at Donna’s house?”
“We were… investigating,” Max said.
“And also looking for food,” Dooley added, earning him a scowl from Max.
“And then you saw Donna’s ghost,” Odelia said skeptically.
“Yes, we did,” Dooley said. “I saw her first, as I was inside the house looking for Rex and Rollo’s bowls. Max was waiting outside cause he couldn’t fit through the window.”
“Too much information, Dooley,” Max hissed.
“No, that’s fine,” said Odelia. She knew Dooley would never lie to her, which meant they really had seen something. She very much doubted it would be a ghost, since ghosts didn’t exist, but there must have been someone lurking about. “What did she look like, this ghost?”
“She looked exactly like Donna,” said Dooley.
“Spitting image,” Max agreed.
“And what does Donna look like?”
Dooley thought for a moment. “Well, she’s a woman, for one thing.”
“Long hair. Long white dress,” Max added.
“She was sort of floating around. Barefoot.”
“And she was carrying some kind of smoky thing, doing some kind of ritual.”
“Oh, that’s right,” said Dooley enthusiastically. “There was an awful lot of smoke.”
Odelia frowned. What little she knew about ghosts was that they wore whatever they died in, and since Donna had died in the nude, with only a towel to protect her modesty, this ghostly apparition most probably was not Donna. Still, it was obvious Max and Dooley had seen someone poking around Donna’s house in the middle of the night, so…
She picked up her phone from the nightstand and dialed Chase’s number. After a few rings a groggy voice muttered, “’lo?”
“Hey, Chase. Odelia. We have to check out Donna’s place. Someone’s prowling around.”
There was a momentary silence, then, “You’re at Donna’s house?”
“No, I’m in bed right now.”
“So… how do you know there’s a prowler on the loose?”
“Women’s—”
“Intuition. I get the drill. Meet me at the house. I’ll be there in five.”
She bit her lip. She should probably have thought this through a little more. Now Chase would think she was psychic. Unless there was no one out there, in which case he’d think she was nuts.
“Can we come?” asked Max.
“No, you can’t,” she said. “You’re still grounded, mister.”
“But we found the ghost!”
“You shouldn’t have been out there!”
“But… we’re just trying to help. Find the killer and all that.”
She shot him a look of censure. He was right, of course. They had found a valuable clue. “All right. You can come. But on one condition.”
“Anything!”
“From now on you’re going to stick to your diet. No more sneaking off in search of food. Is that understood?”
Max wavered. This was obviously a hard decision to make. Finally his curiosity to find out more about this ghost won out and he nodded. “Oh, all right. I’ll stick to my diet from now on.”
“Good.” She got dressed in jeans and a hooded sweatshirt, slipped her feet into a pair of sneakers and snatched her smartphone from the nightstand.
“Don’t forget to take your dildo,” said Dooley helpfully.
Her hand paused. “What did you just say?”
“Your dildo,” Dooley said. “To reach those hard-to-reach G-spots. Who knows where this ghost is hiding, right?”
She frowned down at Dooley and Max, both looking up at her with expressions of such innocence and guilelessness she couldn’t help but smile. “Of course I’ll take my dildo. I never leave home without it.” She snapped the plastic object from the drawer and put it in her pocket. And as she walked down the stairs she swore never to let those cats near the Internet again. Ever.
Chapter 24
She arrived at the house just as Chase rolled up in his pickup truck and parked right behind hers. He got out, his hair tousled and dressed in sturdy jeans, check flannel shirt and cowboy boots. “So what’s this about a prowler? And don’t give me that women’s intuition line again.”
“I got a call just now from one of Donna’s neighbors walking his dog. He said he saw someone move around inside the house.”
“Who called?”
“I’m sorry but I can’t tell you. A reporter has to protect her sources.”
He gave her an intense look. “Haven’t we moved beyond that crap, Odelia?”
She lifted her shoulders in a shrug and turned toward the house. “What can I say? My sources trust me to protect their confidentiality and anonymity and I owe it to them to respect that.”
“Of course you do,” he grumbled as he fell into step beside her. He looked down when he saw movement and started. “You brought your cats along?”
“Always.”
He shook his head. “You are one special cookie, Odelia.”
She hooked her arm through his. “But you like special cookies, right?”
He eyed her warmly. “You know I do. Now let’s catch ourselves a prowler, shall we?”
They arrived at the house and Odelia watched her cats sneak around the back. A sliver of fear suddenly settled around her heart. “So how do you want to do this?”
“Very carefully,” Chase said, and peered into one of the windows on the ground floor. “I don’t see a thing.”
“Maybe they’re upstairs.” Or maybe they left already. Or maybe her cats were delusional.
Chase moved to the front door and studied the lock for a moment. Then he took a small pouch from his pocket and extracted a metal tool that she seemed to recognize from her frequent visits to the dentist. Chase inserted it into the lock, then added a second metal tool and messed around with them for a while. The door suddenly clicked open and they were in.
“I didn’t know you burgled houses for a living!” she whispered as they stepped inside.
“Back when I was employed by the NYPD I had a buddy who was a converted crook. He taught me a few tricks of his trade. You never know when this kind of stuff comes in handy. Like now.”
“Can you teach me?”
He grinned. “If you teach me about women’s intuition.”
“I can’t. It’s called women’s intuition for a reason.”
“So it’s like some kind of secret only shared by women, huh?”
“Something like that.”
They both took out their smartphones to light their way, and quickly inspected the ground floor but found it to be completely deserted. Odelia sniffed the air, and thought the house smelled an awful lot of pot, for some reason. She noticed Max gesturing at her through a half-opened window so she opened the window further and let him in. “Remember what I told you,” she said. “No looking for food. Only clues.”
“Clues, yes. Food, no. Gotcha.”
She followed Chase up the stairs, going from room to room. With two bathrooms and six bedrooms, the place was pretty expansive, and they’d finally reached the master bedroom when both their beams of light fell on a lone figure asleep in the bed. They halted in their tracks.
“What the…” Chase muttered. He held up a hand, balling it into a fist in some kind of Special Forces command, and proceeded further into the room, Odelia hanging back. She saw that he’d drawn his gun and was pointing it at the intruder. She just hoped it wasn’t Donna’s ghost because she didn’t think ghosts responded well to gunfire.
Chase had reached the bed and was staring down at the sleeping figure, a frown creasing his brow.
“Who is it?” she asked from the door.
He beckoned her over, holstering his service weapon. And as she joined him, she saw the figure was a woman, dressed in a long, flowing white robe, barefoot and with long dark hair. And it definitely wasn’t Donna Bruce.