Ghost Talker Days -- Sept 19 -- EXCERPT
A chuckle escaped Zach. He shook his head and grinned. “Seems like Mrs. Flinton convinced Welliam yesterday to hire us on to officially find the poltergeist haunting Buffalo Bill’s grave.”
Clare’s lips pinched. “We were doing that as a pro bono, a service to the community.” She sounded offended at having Rickman orchestrate things. Her brows came down as she stared at him. “I thought you were all about serving and protecting the public.”
That caught him on the raw, but he knew she didn’t mean any offense. He unclenched his teeth, then said patiently, “Clare, this is not a case that the Denver Police Department wants to handle—that ANY public law enforcement officer would like to handle.”
“Oh.”
“And it’s not a case they could handle. We can. Me, you, Enzo, and the ghost of Texas Jack.”
She nodded.
Zach appealed to her baser self. “And I’d prefer to be paid for taking care of the mess. How about you?”
“That’s true.”
Clare’s lips pinched. “We were doing that as a pro bono, a service to the community.” She sounded offended at having Rickman orchestrate things. Her brows came down as she stared at him. “I thought you were all about serving and protecting the public.”
That caught him on the raw, but he knew she didn’t mean any offense. He unclenched his teeth, then said patiently, “Clare, this is not a case that the Denver Police Department wants to handle—that ANY public law enforcement officer would like to handle.”
“Oh.”
“And it’s not a case they could handle. We can. Me, you, Enzo, and the ghost of Texas Jack.”
She nodded.
Zach appealed to her baser self. “And I’d prefer to be paid for taking care of the mess. How about you?”
“That’s true.”
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