That Awful Sound: Psychic Detectives - The Joliet Sisters by Lynn Emery

 
     
    Copyright 2015 Margaret Emery Hubbard
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    Table of Contents
     
    Books by Lynn Emery
    Meet the New Orleans Psychic Detectives
     
    Chapter 1 – The Grand Into
    Chapter 2 – The Plot Gets Thick
    Chapter 3 - The Man With A Plan
    Chapter 4 – He Had It Comin’
    Chapter 5 – And Then There Was One
    Chapter 6 – Something Wicked
    Chapter 7 – Loose Ends
    Chapter 8 – Triple Cross
     
    Message from the Author
    Author Website
    About the Author
     
     
     
     
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Meet
the New Orleans Psychic Detectives

    ~
Charmaine Joliet – social worker by training and education, with
telepathic ability. Though for years she believed her abusive
mother and doctors who said she suffered from
delusions.
     
    ~
Jessi Joliet – Charmaine’s younger sister, a former “escort” and
recovered drug user. Diagnosed as schizophrenic as a child,
Charmaine was the first and so far only one who realized Jessi sees
and hears dead people.
     
    ~Call 1-800-Spirits if you need to get rid of an annoying
ghost~
    (Note: Vampires, werewolves, goblins and trolls require
special rates)
     
     

    The Grand Intro

     
    Charmaine moved slowly through the
nineteenth century mansion. Noise from traffic on St. Charles
Avenue a block away contrasted with the otherworldly atmosphere
inside. The muffled swish of cars and rumble of delivery trucks
sounded odd. Late afternoon sunshine slanted through windows, the
heavy drapes pulled back. Still, deep brown antique furniture made
the house seem dark.
    “This is beyond creepy. Don’t know how I let
you talk me into this,” Jessi mumbled. She glanced at a window to
her left. “Real cozy, if you’re into haunted houses where people
end up dead.”
    “Anything?” Charmaine said, ignoring her
sister’s complaints.
    “Dead men tell no tales,” Jessi replied.
Then she went into a fit of giggles. “Get it? That old saying…”
    “Yeah, I get it. Will you focus please?
We’re here to do a job. Mrs. Fortsall paid a hefty fee for us to
get rid of her problem. And no smoking,” Charmaine added when she
saw Jessi fishing in the pocket of her leather Moto jacket.
    “I’m cutting back. Nicotine gum.” Jessi held
up a small square then popped it into her mouth. She chewed for a
few seconds.
    “Humph.” Charmaine cracked a brief smile.
She went back to scanning the large parlor for signs of paranormal
activity.
    She dared not bring too much attention to
her younger sister’s new healthy routine. Jessi breathed rebellion.
Any sign that Charmaine was turning into an authority figure could
trigger an outbreak. Still Charmaine relished having Jessi as a
sidekick. Away from her dangerous lifestyle of drugs and
prostitution, Jessi became a funny intelligent twenty-something
taking online college courses. Her sister deserved a good life
after the childhood she’d been through; the hell they’d both been
through as kids. Maybe they could end up with normal lives after
all. When they weren’t taking gigs to track down troublesome things
that go bump in the night. Or day. Charmaine paused. Then she swung
around as if to extend her invisible psychic antennae.
    “Did you hear a noise?”
    “Probably a cat in the alley. Hate those
things. Relax,” Jessi drawled. “Going upstairs.”
    “Sounded like something dragging across the
floor