Haunt Couture and Ghosts Galore (21 page)

Chapter 29

 

 

It was the next day and I was in the shop doing what I loved the most, working with the clothing. The music played one of my favorite Elvis songs, “It's Now or Never,” and I was trying to take my mind off what had happened yesterday. Sam and Charlotte were sitting on the settee chatting. I was happy to see that they had made up. They really made a cute couple. I smiled as I watched them laugh and talk. As it turned out, Rita Riggs was a model who had worked with Melanie and Shandra. She'd grown suspicious of Meaghan when she'd seen her with the infamous black shoe. Rita had called to warn me of what she thought had happened, but her phone had cut off before she could stop me from going to see Meaghan. The man who followed me and had shown up at my parents' house was a photographer Meaghan had coerced into doing her dirty work.

The bell on the door jingled and pulled my attention away from the happy couple. Dylan had walked through the door. He looked handsome as ever in the turquoise blue striped shirt and chocolate brown Armani pants he'd gotten from my shop.

He was smiling and holding a box. I looked down at his hands.

“What's in the box?” I asked.

He placed the box down on the counter. “It's something you were looking for.”

My eyes widened. Sam and Charlotte rushed over.

“Is it what I think it is?” I asked.

Dylan opened the box and pulled out the fedora hat.

“That's my hat,” Sam said with excitement in his voice.

“Oh, you found it,” I said. “How did you get it back?”

“Someone had misplaced it in the evidence room. Turns out the hat never had relevance to the case, so I can give it back.”

“That's fantastic news,” I said.

Dylan smiled. “I thought you'd be happy about that.”

I turned the hat over in my hands. When I looked over at Sam, he was wearing the hat. Yet it was still in my hands. I didn't know how he did that.

Dylan leaned against the counter. “Are you free tonight? I thought we could go out to dinner. That's if you're feeling up to it.”

“Oh, she's up to it,” Charlotte said. “Don't you dare tell him no, Cookie.”

I smiled. “Tonight would be great.”

“Thank you!” Charlotte said.

“So I'll pick you up at seven?” he asked.

“That's sounds fine.” I placed the hat back in the box. “Thanks again for finding this.”

“No problem. I know how much it meant to you. Sorry I couldn't get it faster,” he said.

I touched the box. “You got it and that's all that's important.”

He tapped the counter. “Okay, so I'll see you this evening.”

“Yes, I'll see you tonight,” I said with a smile.

Dylan stopped at the door. “By the way, Hannah will be forever grateful to you for what you did.”

“I just did what I thought I had to do,” I said.

Dylan waved and then walked out the door.

“I'm glad you didn't say no,” Charlotte said.

“I was worried what you'd do to me.”

She laughed. “Wise thinking.”

“How did you do that?” I pointed at Sam's head.

“I just needed it to be in the possession of someone I care about.”

I smiled. “That is so sweet. I'm glad you got it back.”

“He looks handsome, doesn't he?” Charlotte said.

“Yes, he does.” I winked.

Sam and Charlotte went back to the settee to talk.

When I looked up, I spotted Heather coming my way. “I just passed Dylan on the street. He sure looks happy. What is that all about?”

“We have a date for dinner tonight.” I tried to hide my smile.

She smiled. “Good, I'm happy for you. What about Ken Harrison?”

“I guess we'll see what happens.” I pointed at the hat. “Sam got his hat back.”

She looked around the room. “Is he still here?”

“Yes, he's sitting there with Charlotte. They're talking.”

“Is he staying?” she whispered.

“I'm not sure. He hasn't said. I guess I'll have to ask him. I don't think he'll want to leave Charlotte.”

“Maybe she'll go too,” Heather said.

I shrugged. “I'm not sure.”

I didn't want to think about how sad that would make me.

“I have some interesting news to share with you,” she said.

I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? What is it? I hope it's good news.”

Based on her expression, I wasn't quite sure.

“I was in Savannah buying some supplies this morning and I ran into another psychic who does readings. Her name is Fatima.”

I stared at her. “And?”

“I told her about your situation.” She looked over at the settee where Sam and Charlotte still sat talking. For once they weren't paying attention to what we were saying.

“What did she say?” I asked.

“I told her about the cat and Fatima thought she knew her.”

My eyes widened. “Wind Song? But the psychic is in Savannah and Wind Song is here. How could she know the cat?”

“Fatima told me the cat was at her shop before,” Heather continued.

“Does the cat belong to her?” I asked.

My stomach sank at the thought of losing Wind Song.

“No, she said the cat wasn't hers.” The tone of Heather's voice highlighted her increased trepidation.

I let out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. I mean, if the owner came along I would want them to get their cat back, but I don't want to lose her either.”

“I understand,” Heather said. “Apparently the cat came around at her shop for a few days. It was there when she did a séance and after that the cat disappeared. She wondered what happened to it.”

“How do we know it's the same cat?”

“I just think it would be a huge coincidence that the cat was at another shop and then found this one.”

“But she didn't come to your place, she came to mine,” I said.

“That's pretty close,” Heather said.

“Yes, that's true. Maybe I should find out more about the séance.”

Heather adjusted the strap of her big burlap tote bag. “I think you should. Fatima thinks a spirit may have entered the cat.”

My stomach flipped. When I glanced over at Wind Song she opened one eye and looked at me before closing it again.

“Will you go with me to see the woman?”

“Of course,” Heather said.

It looked as if I was going on another trip to Savannah.

 

 

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