Make the Ghost of It (Witch Woods Funeral Home Book 3): (Ghost Cozy Mystery series) Read Online Free

shaking my arm. Her face was white. “Laurel, what should we do?”
    I just looked at her. I tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out. Janet walked over to me and shook my shoulders hard. “Laurel, I’ve just called the police.”
    I nodded. I could feel myself returning to reality, but the shock was just too much to bear. I looked at Ian and John, and I could see they were feeling the same way that I was. They were still staring at the roof. Luckily, Janet had the presence of mind to call the police.
    “I wonder if that was Basil?” Janet said calmly. “If it was Basil, you’ll need to be looking for another accountant, Laurel.” She said it in a matter of fact voice.
    Instead of making me even more upset, her words spurred me into action. “We must do something!” I exclaimed. I looked at my mother, who was white and shaken.
    “Laurel, there’s nothing you can do,” Mom said. It was the nicest tone she had ever used on me.
    Unfortunately, Janet agreed with her. “Even I won’t be able to help him,” she said. “They’ll be scraping up the pieces and putting them in a plastic bag.”
    I clutched at my stomach, and bent over the rose bushes. I thought I was going to be sick.
    To my surprise, Mom came to my rescue. “Janet,” she said, “go to the front and wait for the police.”
    Janet did as she was told. After a few moments, the nausea passed, and I straightened up.
    “I hope it wasn’t that wonderful man, Lewis,” Mom said, looking up at the roof once more.
    Ian and John had apparently recovered sufficiently to walk over to us, but they didn’t speak. Both looked shaken. I heard police sirens in the distance. One of the perks of living in a small country town is that the police are never far away. I hoped that I would soon hear that it wasn’t Basil. With that thought, I had to sit down on the grass because I felt as if I was going to faint. I put my head between my legs and hugged my knees to me.
    I only looked up again when a police vehicle came to a stop near me. I was relieved to see Duncan, my best friend Tara’s husband, and one of the two police officers in town. Duncan, Tara, and I had gone to high school together. Duncan got out of the car, and headed straight for me. I stood up, and he took me by the arm. “It wasn’t Basil, Laurel.”
    I sank back to the ground, this time with relief. I shook uncontrollably from head to toe. I had been somehow holding it together, and now that I knew Basil was safe, the relief was having a strange effect on me.
    “Was it that nice man, Lewis Lowes?” Mom asked Duncan.
    “Yes, I’m afraid so, Mrs. Bay,” he said solemnly.
    Mom burst into tears, and Ian and John both awkwardly patted her on the back.
    Duncan was talking to Janet, the only lucid one amongst us. I could see his lips moving, and I was close enough to hear, but I couldn’t take it in. Finally, I found my voice. “Is Basil all right?” I asked Duncan.
    Duncan nodded.
    “Where is he?”
    “The detectives will need to question everyone involved,” Duncan said. “They’re on the way to the clubhouse, and then they’ll need to question all of you. Forensics are on their way here now.”
    Duncan kept speaking, but I zoned out again. The relief that Basil was okay was overwhelming. I was still trembling with the shock of what had just happened. Mom, Ian, and John did not seem to be fairing much better than I was, although Janet was obviously her usual self. “Even I won’t be able to make that body look good,” Janet said loudly and gleefully to Duncan. “And I’m sure there won’t be a body, at any rate.”
    Duncan shot the rest of us a look, before putting his hand on Janet’s shoulder and mercifully leading her away from us.
    Duncan said a few words to Janet and then walked back over to us. “I’ve just asked Janet to take you to the funeral home, and make you all a cup of hot tea.”
    I wondered at the wisdom of sending Janet with us, given the way she was