Page 32 of Ghosts of Averoigne


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Jeremy nodded. “Right over there, top shelf. Left side.”

“What about those old photos,” she asked. “I didn’t see them.”

“Over here,” said Jeremy. “Behind the bar.”

He led them over, and the bartender gave Jeremy a familiar nod. He allowed them to walk behind the bar, to where a series of old photographs had been hung on display.

“Most of them are exterior shots of the hotel,” Jeremy explained. “People playing croquet, having picnics outside during the summer. A few winter shots, sledding on a hill, all that stuff.”

Kara could see right away that he was right. The few pictures taken inside the hotel were mostly closeups of people, and none that stuck out. Some had writing on the front, too. There was one marked ‘Christmas 1927’. Another one — faded almost into obscurity — depicted the original owner, a man named Thomas Lefavre by the signature.

“See?” Jeremy said. “Nothing good.”

She was inclined to agree. Kara pulled out her phone and used the camera to take pictures of the photos anyway. When she was done, they made their way back out.

“So you arrived last night?” Logan was saying. Kara had allowed herself to become distracted again by the storm outside.

“Yes. A couple hours after midnight.”

“Anything good happen yet?”

Kara felt butterflies, rumbling around in her belly. Depends on how you look at it…

Her mind wandered back to last night. To Logan… to places it really shouldn’t be. She tried pushing the memories — as fond as they were — off to one side.

“Yes,” she said. “Actually, we had an encounter.”

Sure did, the little voice in her head joked.

Suddenly she had his attention completely. “What kind of encounter?”

“A woman showed up,” said Kara. “She was screaming. No, wait. Wailing. Crying…”

“An actual woman?”

Kara shook her head. “Sorry, we should’ve told you. We were going to tell you after we’d met with—”

“An apparition?” Jeremy eyes were as wide as she’d ever seen them. “You witnessed an apparition, and you didn’t—”

“Yes.”

Without another word Jeremy took her hand and pulled her in the direction of the stairwell.

“Show me.”

Nineteen

Back upstairs, Kara led Jeremy through the doorway of room 207. Unfortunately, the hotel was more than a bit busy. Her room hadn’t been made up yet.

Shit.

“Sorry,” she said quickly. “Still messy in here.”

She stepped forward in one fluid motion and threw the comforter over the unmade bed. Maybe there was some physical evidence of what she and Logan had done last night. Maybe not. Either way, Kara wasn’t taking any chances.

“You guys both slept in the same room?” Jeremy noted immediately.

Logan’s things were gone, but the couch was still made up with a blanket and pillow. Kara was grateful for that… even though he hadn’t really used it.

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