Page 27 of Deadly Misfortunes

“Right. After your blood-curdling scream in the middle of the night after waking the dead, we want you to stay with us,” Kat said.

“I’m sorry I woke you both. At least we were all able to get back to sleep after that.”

“I agree. Did you see Damon at the fair?” Prescott asked.

“Yeah, I did,” Kat said. “I was waiting for Lucy to give him hell if he talked to Sascha.”

“He was there?” Sascha shook her head. “He never approached me.”

“Nope.” Prescott turned onto another road. “As soon as he saw Lucy was set up next to your booth, he turned tail and left. I didn’t blame him at all.”

“Well, I’m glad. Did you catch Stephanie glowering at you, Kat?”

“I did. It didn’t take a mind reader to know what she was thinking. So what do you think of Gregory’s home?”

“It’s as beautiful as your home and just as well furnished.”

“You can pick out whatever you want at any of our furniture stores to furnish your new house,” Prescott said.

“Wow. I appreciate that.” Though her tastes tended to be eclectic, much of that was because she couldn’t afford anything really nice that matched anything else. But a soft sofa set and a flat-screen TV would be just perfect.

“Renovations will be completed on the carriage house, and you can move into your home on Friday,” Prescott said. “You can go shopping for your furniture and have it delivered the same day.”

“That will be great.” She hadn’t asked how much it would cost her for the furniture. They had already said the carriage house and utilities were free. She hoped for half off the sofa and TV. Anything else she could get when she had saved up some more money. At least she wouldn’t have to pay rent for her apartment or utility bills anymore. She would really be able to save money then.

When they got home, she took a shower and went to bed so Kat and Prescott could have their alone time together. She hoped she wouldn’t have another nightmare and wake them up tonight.

The next day at the fairgrounds, Sascha was surprised to see Gregory intercept her as she, Kat, and Prescott entered the fairgrounds before she even reached her booth. This seemed like déjà vu since the same thing had happened with Prescott returning to see Kat the next day at the fair, as if he couldn’t stay away from her.

“How are you at being a private investigator—with your, uhm, special skills?” Gregory asked Sascha.

She laughed and continued on her way to her booth. Prescott and Kat hurried to catch up to her as the fairgrounds began to fill up with fairgoers. Because of Kat’s pregnancy, she had been feeling a little under the weather this morning, so they were running late, but she was fine now.

“I’m serious,” Gregory said.

“Oh, I know you are. But you don’t believe in my abilities.”

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes to learn who is out to kill me. I had the idea that maybe if you looked at my emails and such, you might, well, envision something. The police are finding nothing out, and I have two private investigators, but neither of them has learned anything either.”

“For how much?”

He raised his brows.

“To hire me to try and figure this out. You hired the PIs, right?”

He sighed. “Of course. Whatever it takes.”

“All right.” She figured she wouldn’t charge him anything because it was the right thing to do. Besides, whoever ran the limo off the bridge could have killed her and Raymond, so it was damn personal. And maybe she would get lucky and learn something no one else could. Yeah, so she had changed her mind about helping him out. The nightmares she was having about the limo accident were what helped her decide that.

He walked her all the way to her booth as if he were a gentleman, wanting to get her safely “home.”

“What? Do you want another reading?”

“Sure.”

Kat and Prescott went behind the curtain to the booth while Sascha and Gregory tied back the curtains in front. Lucy soon joined them and opened her own booth, winking at Gregory.

“I see he’s back,” Lucy said telepathically to Sascha.