Page 6 of Reaper's Awakening

The detective snorted.

I rolled my eyes. “If I was going to run, would I have come here at all?”

He gave a half shrug. “You came here to feed me your concocted story, but you got your information all messed up while I made you wait. You got cold feet and decided to run. It happens.”

The urge to stick my tongue out at him was childish but overwhelming all the same.

I sank into a chair at the far end of the table. There were handcuffs bolted to the table in front of me. My stomach churned uncomfortably. It set in that I could go to jail for something I didn’t do. If I didn’t give this man the information he needed, then I was in hot water.

“Listen,” I said. “I can help you find this killer. I have…connections.”

Oh, this was going to be difficult to explain. How was I going to convince a human that I could see the dead? If I told him that I couldfeelthat woman’s death last night, and that I did nothing about it, he would get angry.

But I had to convince him one way or another. If I didn’t, then this woman’s murder might go unsolved. I had a sneaking feeling that there was a supernatural element to this that a human man might overlook on his own.

As frustrating as he was, I needed him to succeed at his job.

He pulled out the chair across from me and dropped into it. I didn’t think he could get any messier, but his golden hair went wild from the short fall into the chair. His lips were stuck in a state of misery as he loosened the tie around his neck.

I realized that I didn’t know his name yet, but when I opened my mouth to ask, a face phased through the wall behind him. The incorporeal face brought a yelp out of me. I slapped my hand over my mouth and forced my gaze downward.

The ghost knew, though. Maybe he’d suspected before, but there was no question about it now.

I heard the sound of the detective twisting in his seat to see what I’d screamed at. Embarrassment was becoming a constant state of being today. I couldn’t seem to escape it.

“Ignore me,” I muttered, even though I knew he wouldn’t.

“You know you’re not helping yourself any. Right? You’re giving off a lot of red flags. If you’re getting tired of the ruse, then we can cut to the chase, and you can give me your confession.”

For that, I would need a lawyer. I didn’t want it to come to that, especially since I was innocent.

This was my only chance.

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