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  Spirited Away

  With the summer tourist season on Bay Island in full swing, shop owner Cass Donovan barely has a minute to breathe, and things at Mystical Musings become even more hectic when a fight breaks out at one of her psychic readings. Shaken by the fracas and discouraged that her sixth sense seems to be on the blink, Cass is even more dispirited to learn that one of the men involved in the altercation was later found dead—and that a close friend of hers is the main suspect.

  Desperate to help her friend prove his innocence and consumed by haunting visions, Cass follows the clues from one possible culprit to the next, including some very mysterious tourists and not a few questionable locals. And when the police turn to Cass to help them find out who committed the ghoulish deed, she knows she’ll have to tread carefully, because her next grim premonition may be her last . . .

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  Copyright

  Spirited Away

  Lena Gregory

  Copyright © 2019 by Denise Pysarchuk.

  Cover design by Dar Albert, Wicked Smart Designs

  Published by Beyond the Page at Smashwords

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  ISBN: 978-1-950461-05-9

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Books by Lena Gregory

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  “Oh, please . . .” Bee Maxwell leaned closer to the window and fingered the blue silk scarf he’d spent five minutes arranging just so to achieve that casually draped look. “Don’t even tell me Aiden Hargrove is taking a sudden interest in the occult.”

  “What are you talking about, Bee?” Cass Donovan had no time for Bee’s theatrics. She was minutes away from having a full house for her group reading, and Emmett still hadn’t fixed the air-conditioning. She nudged Bee aside and looked out the upstairs window into the parking lot.

  Sure enough, Aiden was just climbing out of his shiny black Lexus.

  Bee straightened. “I’d love to know where that man gets his money from.”

  “According to pretty much everyone, he’s never worked a day in his life.” Cass shrugged it off. She couldn’t work up the same level of interest in gossip that Bee had mastered, and she had no patience for it today. “Must have family money.”

  “I knew his parents. Nicest people you ever want to meet, but Joe the plumber and soccer mom all the way.” Bee frowned. “At least, she would have been if Aiden played soccer, which by all accounts, he didn’t.”

  Cass turned away from the window to stare at Bee.

  He lifted one bushy brown eyebrow, giving the illusion of a caterpillar crawling up beneath his bleached blond bangs, and shrugged. “What? I can’t help it if people tell me things.”

  Cass laughed. She couldn’t help it. He wasn’t lying; people did tell him things, mostly because he was the biggest gossip Bay Island had ever known, and he wanted info on everything and everyone. Plus, he always had good dirt to trade.

  “Besides, word has it Mr. Hargrove is looking for a new fashion line to invest in, evening gowns, if the Bay Island gossip mill can be believed. And he’s looking for a designer.” Bee grinned. “And you know how much I love designing gowns.”

  Bee’s shop, Dreamweaver Designs, sat just down the boardwalk from Mystical Musings and catered to a well-to-do clientele. Though his annual fashion shows brought buyers from New York City trickling to Bay Island each autumn, Bee still struggled incredibly hard to make a name for himself and his designs. Backing from someone with unlimited funds like Aiden Hargrove could be just the career boost he needed.

  Cass glanced out the window again. Something niggled at her. She squinted, focusing on Aiden as he rounded the back of the car and approached the passenger side. As quickly as the feeling had come over her, it disappeared.

  “Hey, if he believes in all this psychic mumbo-jumbo, a suggestion from you to invest in a local designer sure wouldn’t hurt.” Bee waggled his eyebrows.

  Cass pinned him with a glare.

  “What?” Hope slid from his eyes, and he started to sulk. “Just sayin’.”

  “Cass?” Emmett Marx stood at the top of the spiral staircase in the upstairs reading room he’d built for her, mopping sweat from his forehead with one of the red shop towels he always had hanging from his back jeans pocket. “We have a problem.”

  That was the last thing she needed, especially when pretty much everything had gone wrong since she’d gotten out of bed that morning. “Please, don’t tell me that. I’m minutes away from a packed house. I don’t have time for problems.”

  Emmett winced. “Gonna have to make time.”

  The tinkle of wind chimes from downstairs signaled the arrival of her first guests, presumably Aiden Hargrove and whomever he’d brought with him.

  “I’ll take care of it.” Bee’s expression brightened as he squeezed her arm on his way past, then headed down the stairs, most likely to get on Aiden’s good side.

  “Okay.” She sucked in a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “Hit me with it. What’s the problem? The short version.”

  Not that Emmett ever elaborated on anything. Getting information out of Emmett was akin to pulling teeth, but her nerves were shot.

  “You need a part.” He stood stock-still, staring at her.

  No one to blame but herself; she had told him she wanted the short version. “And?”

  “I don’t have it.”

  “Can you get it?”

  “Yup.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels.

  “So, what’s the problem?” Cass wished she could bite back the words, or at least the tone, even as they shot off her tongue. “I’m sorry, Emmett. I’m just having a bad day.”

  If that wasn’t the understatement of the year.

  “Don’t worry about it.” Emm
ett shrugged. “I can get the part but not until tomorrow.”

  “Why not today?” She was perilously close to whining.

  “Everything’s closed.”

  A quick glance at the driftwood clock hanging between the front windows confirmed his statement. Quarter to seven on a Sunday evening. Not only was everything closed, but her group reading was due to start in fifteen minutes, so she couldn’t even call everyone and cancel. Most of them would already be on their way. “Okay. All right.”

  Emmett waited.

  She’d have to make the best of it. Maybe Stephanie could run to the convenience store and get an extra case of water. If she ever got there. Stephanie never showed up this late for a group reading. She usually hurried straight to Mystical Musings as soon as she finished working, which should have been almost two hours ago since she’d only been handling a small job on her day off. “Could you help me open the windows, please, Emmett?”

  “Sure.” Emmett moved through the room opening windows on the front wall while Cass opened those on the back wall facing the beach, allowing for as much cross-ventilation as possible.

  Any other time, the bay breeze would have cooled the room right down, but the heat wave currently suffocating the island only brought more heat and humidity into the room—unless you counted the putrid odor of low tide.

  Why me?

  “Howdy, stranger.” Luke Morgan rounded the top of the stairs and strolled toward her, but even his slow Southern drawl, which usually sent shivers skittering up her spine, only brought annoyance.

  “No kidding,” she snapped.

  Luke stopped short and frowned. “Something I said?”

  “Oh, I don’t know, Luke. You supposedly moved to Bay Island to be closer to me, and when was the last time I saw you? A week ago?” She shoved her sweat-soaked hair behind her ear, dangerously close to falling apart completely.

  “Uh . . . um . . . okay, then.” Emmett cleared his throat and backed toward the spiral staircase, his cheeks flaming bright red. As soon as he reached the wrought iron railing, he turned and bolted down the stairs.

  Great. She hadn’t even gotten to ask if he was staying for the reading, though she couldn’t blame him if he didn’t.

  Luke frowned and inched closer. “You okay?”

  “Honestly?” She threw her hands in the air. “I have no idea.”

  True enough. Problem was, she couldn’t figure out what was wrong. So, the air conditioner was on the fritz. So what? And Stephanie, whom she counted on to help prepare everything for the readings, hadn’t shown up yet. She’d be there. She’d never missed a reading. And Bee had pitched in to make sure everything was done.

  But something was wrong. Something had been eating at her since she’d opened her eyes that morning. She just couldn’t put her finger on it yet. Maybe she should call Stephanie and make sure she was all right.

  “Hey?” Luke stood facing her and rubbed his hands up and down her arms, a gesture of friendship, nothing more.

  Not exactly the relationship she’d been hoping for when he’d taken the position as Tank’s partner and moved to Bay Island.

  He tilted his head and studied her more closely, his deep blue eyes more keenly observant than she’d have liked. Luke Morgan didn’t miss much. “You all right?”

  “I guess.” She waved him off and stepped back. It was either that or give in to the desire to curl up in his arms.

  He lowered his hands to his sides. “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy lately.”

  “It’s fine.” They did need to have this conversation, but not here and not now. She turned away and looked out the window. Cars had already filled the small gravel lot. Bee must be keeping everyone downstairs. No surprise, if Emmett had told him what happened.

  “No, Cass, it’s not fine.” Luke moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, then rested his chin on her shoulder. “I moved to Bay Island to be closer to you, to see if we could make a go of this, but lately I haven’t had a free minute.”

  She nodded. What could she say? It was true.

  But if she were going to be honest, neither had she. Summers on Bay Island had been different during her childhood. She remembered long walks on the beach, playing in the surf with friends, picnics beneath the lighthouse. So far this summer, she hadn’t managed one beach day. Actually, she hadn’t even managed a day off since before Memorial Day had brought flocks of tourists to Bay Island, many of whom visited her boardwalk shop or came in for readings.

  Luke sighed. “This art theft case has everyone working overtime.”

  “You haven’t said much about it.” Cass tried to slip out of his grip and turn to face him.

  “I haven’t had time.” He pulled her tighter against him, cocooning her in a warm embrace that should have brought comfort but only made her more aware of the sweat soaking her back.

  The minute hand on the clock clicked, breaking the strained silence. She was going to have to get started. “And, unfortunately, right now I don’t have time.”

  He kissed her neck and stepped back. “I know.”

  “Can we talk about it after the reading?”

  “That’s actually what I stopped by to tell you; I can’t stay for the reading tonight. I’m sorry. We might have a break in the case, but Tank and I have to meet with someone tonight. I’m not sure how long it’ll take.”

  Disappointment surged. It would be the first reading he’d missed since moving to Bay Island. Not that she expected him to show up for every group reading, but tonight of all nights she’d wanted him there. “Do you want to get together afterward? Maybe go to the diner or something?”

  “I wish I could, but I have no idea how long this’ll take. What do you say we meet up for breakfast in the morning? Pancakes?” He smiled, the setting sunlight streaming through the windows sparkling in the depths of his blue eyes.

  She softened and brushed his shaggy dark hair away from his face. He obviously hadn’t had time for a haircut either. “Where do you want to meet?”

  “How about at the hotel?”

  The Bay Side Hotel, where he’d been staying every night since he’d moved there.

  “It’s more private than the diner,” he added.

  Uh-oh. Did he mean more intimate private, or did he mean I can dump you without the whole town watching private? “Sounds good.”

  He dropped an innocent peck on her cheek. “Good luck tonight.”

  “Yeah, thanks.” Somehow, I have a feeling I’m going to need it.

  Once he left, she stared out the window, taking the moment to herself. The low-tide stench was starting to get to her, and her stomach rolled over. Or maybe it was the thought of losing Luke that was churning in her gut. Maybe that was the source of the impending sense of doom that had been hounding her all day. No. It didn’t seem right. Something else. Something hovering just out of her reach.

  “You ready?”

  She jumped, startled by the intrusion.

  Bee stood at the top of the stairs, one foot still on the top step, hand clutching the railing, tensed to bolt at the slightest provocation.

  How in the world was she going to pull this off tonight? She plastered on a smile. “Sure, go ahead and send everyone up.”

  Bee sighed and crossed to her, the thump of his platform shoes against the hardwood floor pounding through her head. He hugged her, then tucked a long strand of stringy damp hair behind her ear. “You don’t have to pretend for me, honey. I can always tell when you’re hurting. I just wish I knew why.”

  Cass wrapped her arms around him and rested her cheek against his broad chest. “So do I, Bee.”

  He dropped a kiss on top of her head, then set her back. “Why don’t you go freshen up while I get everyone seated?”

  She laughed. “That bad, huh?”

  “Weeell . . .” Bee winced and fluffed her hair a bit, but the long blond waves fell limp the instant he let go. “Oh, honey, I can’t lie to you. You’re pretty much a hot mess right now. Why don’t you
try putting your hair up tonight? It’ll be cooler anyway. Or better yet, wear the sash.”

  Yikes. If Bee was suggesting she cover her hair with the silk sash she sometimes wore around her head for individual readings, she must be in worse shape than she thought. “Thanks a lot, Bee.”

  He obviously missed the sarcasm, because he smiled and nodded. “That’s what friends are for, dear. Now, shoo. It’s getting late, and people are testy enough down there without having to wait any longer in the stifling heat.”

  “What do you mean testy?” Her group readings had turned into social events as much as psychic ones, and everyone was usually in a good mood.

  Bee fanned himself with his scarf. “Seems Aiden brought a friend, and she’s already managed to insult at least three people that I’m aware of. Speaking of which, I’d better get back down there before anything else happens. Are you good now?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine. Is Stephanie here yet?”

  Bee caught his bottom lip between his teeth and shook his head.

  “All right. Go. Get everyone up here and settled as fast as possible, and make sure you offer them cold drinks.” She hurried toward the small office Emmett had built for her behind the stairway. She’d fix herself up and get this over with as fast as possible. Maybe then she, Stephanie, and Bee could go to the diner and try to figure out what her problem was. She had a sneaking suspicion she needed to know, and sooner rather than later.

  Chapter Two

  Cass smoothed her sweat-soaked hair back and wrapped it into what she hoped would be a bun but ended up more a sloppy knot at the back of her head. Maybe Bee was right. Maybe she did need the sash, but to get it she’d have to go against the flow of clients ascending the stairs to the reading room. No way was she trying to go downstairs for the sash. It wasn’t worth it, since it probably wouldn’t help anyway.

  She lifted the small makeup mirror off her desk and tried to survey the damage. As if the lopsided bun wasn’t bad enough, tendrils had escaped and plastered themselves against her face and neck.