Bone Dry Excerpt

There are times when I listen to the moralistic words of the angel on my right shoulder rather than the wicked whispers of the demon on my left. With Kylie Wilkinson leaning across the cafeteria table, eager to hand over cash I so desperately needed, I couldn’t help but smack the halo off that perfect little angel.

“Two hundred bucks,” I said, holding my hand palm up. The eagerness on Kylie’s face fell into a scowl.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Holly.”

I pulled back my hand, closed my fingers into a fist and pretended to be interested in my bologna sandwich. That move got them every time.

“Okay, wait.” She reached into her backpack and pulled out her wallet.

I kept my attention on my sandwich, nibbling away while she anxiously counted the cash. She had exactly four fifties which made me think she already knew what I charged and had been playing me to see if I’d go lower.

A couple of guys walking by our table stopped to watch the transaction. I raised my eyebrows at them, hoping they’d go their merry ways. The one who looked familiar just grinned. And then I remembered I’d taken a case for him last year although I couldn’t recall the details of his paranormal problem. He’d probably thought he was being haunted. They all did.