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A cold fizzy feeling washes over me. The only time Paco acts like this is when…
No. This can’t be happening. I’m going to think positive here. He might be a ghost whisperer, but he’s also a dog, and dogs get distracted by lots of things. I look toward the shoreline and squint, but I don’t see him.
I trace my steps back to the building. The area outside the bathroom stall is quiet. The door is ajar.
A whimpering sound from inside makes me freeze.
“Paco?”
The whimpering gets louder.
I put my hand on the doorknob to open it all the way when I hear my name again. “There you are!” says Brittany. “I’ve been waiting for you for over five minutes! Haven’t you gone to the bathroom yet?”
I whirl around. “I… I was about to,” I manage to say.
She scowls. “Lucy, we don’t have all day.” Before I can stop her, she flings back the bathroom door.
The first thing I see is Paco, sitting there patiently looking up at me like he’s saying, it’s about time you showed up.
The second thing I see is the dead body. A man. Mid-forties, bald. A bullet right between his eyes.
The third thing I see is Brittany passed out cold on t
he floor next to him.
Chapter Twelve
“Where am I?” Brittany whimpers.
I press a wet paper towel against her forehead. “Are you okay? No, don’t move. You might have hurt yourself when you fainted. I called 911.”
“I fainted?” she asks in a daze. She tries to turn her head so she can look around.
“Stay still. If you get up too fast, you might get woozy again.” I don’t want her to get another glimpse of the dead guy lying just a couple of feet away. Not until there’s someone else here to back me up because I’m pretty sure she’ll either:
A. Scream.
B. Pass out again.
C. Do something else equally as dramatic.
Because let’s face it, she’s Brittany.
Not that I’d blame her if she did any of the above. It’s not every day you come face to face with a mob hit. And that’s exactly what this is. I should know. This is my third one in the last four days.
Because she’s Brittany, she does exactly the opposite of what I tell her to. She turns her head and looks straight into the dead guy’s face, screams, and scrambles as far away from the body as possible.
At least she didn’t pass out again.
Brittany’s screaming causes a crowd to gather around the open stall door. A man, who identifies himself as the restaurant manager, pushes his way through. He takes a look at the dead guy, and for one horrible second, I think he’s going to pass out too. Then he recognizes Brittany.
“Miss Kelly!” He puts a protective arm around her even though I’m pretty sure she’s safe from the guy on the floor. We all are.
Now the cops and the ambulance have arrived. One of the paramedics starts to examine Brittany. Zeke takes one look at me and sighs. “Lucy,” he says shaking his head.
“Not my fault that my dog is gifted when it comes to sniffing out corpses.”
Zeke looks at Paco who wags his tail as if he agrees with me.
