The Death Planner (Storage Ghost Murders Book 6) by Gillian Larkin

to the hotel. It was a wedding,
people would have been taking photos. Ha!” She held up a hand. “Where would you
post wedding photos?”
    “Facebook,
and Twitter. Are those still going? Or is there something new online?”
    “No,
it’s mainly those two. Can you remember the name of the couple who were getting
married?”
    “Their
names are in my files. Have a look in there.”
    Grace’s
face screwed up. “Your files are in the cleaning cupboard at the shop. I don’t
really want to go there today. Do you think you could try and remember?”
    Jenny
closed her eyes and rested back on the sofa. Grace decided it would be a good
time to make a cup of tea. She stood up and left Jenny to her thoughts.
    Grace
made her way to the kitchen and switched the kettle on. She took her phone from
her pocket and reluctantly looked at the messages that she’d been avoiding.
There were three messages from Frankie. Grace took a deep breath before she
read them. She was half expecting Frankie to inform her that he’d moved out of
the shop and was now living with Beth.
    Grace
read the messages. She smiled. There was no mention of Beth at all. Frankie had
sent her messages about what food and supplies he needed. Grace sent him a
reply informing him that she wasn’t an online delivery service and he could buy
his own soap, shampoo and bread.
    A
few minutes later, Grace went back to the living room with a cup of tea in one
hand and a banana in the other. Jenny’s eyes were still closed. Grace sat down
and tucked into her banana.
    She’d
just finished the last mouthful when Jenny sat bolt upright and declared,
“Edward Howes and Isobel Brown!”
    “Are
you sure?” Grace said. She placed the banana skin in the bin at her side.
    Jenny
nodded. “I can see their invitations clearly. They were a lovely couple to deal
with. Some couples make ridiculous demands but Edward and Isobel didn’t. I think
there was a request for a certain kind of food because one of the guests had an
allergy, I think. But other than that, I remember them being good customers.”
    Grace
turned to her laptop again. “That’s great, thank you. It should be easy enough
to find them. There could even be video footage too.” Grace jumped as a cold
feeling shot through her arm.
    Jenny
had her hand on Grace’s arm, her eyes sparkled with unshed tears. “Oh, Grace!
That lovely couple! I must have ruined their wedding day!”
    “You
didn’t ask to be murdered, I’m sure they would have understood. Would you mind
moving your arm please? I feel like I’m getting frostbite.”
    “Sorry.”
Jenny moved closer to Grace and looked at the screen.
    Grace
now felt like she was sitting near a cold breeze but didn’t feel she could ask
Jenny to move again. She tapped away at the screen and soon found something.
“Look, this profile page doesn’t belong to the bride or groom but, going by the
amount of photos, it must belong to a friend of theirs.”
    Grace
scrolled down the page, and the next few pages. She could see the bride and
groom in the distance but whoever had taken the photos had concentrated more on
the guests at the wedding.
    Jenny’s
hand shot out. “There! Look! I can see Letty, she’s dressed as a waitress. The
sneaky cow!”
    Grace
zoomed in on the image. They saw a smiling Letty handing out cards to people as
they walked past the bar area. Her hair was blonde in the photos and she had
placed a false beauty mark on her cheek. But it was definitely her.
    Grace
looked at some other photos. “Letty was certainly busy that night. I think I
can see you in this picture. You’ve got your back to the camera but I can see
your headset.”
    Jenny
gave her a sad smile. “People made comments about it being old-fashioned but I
didn’t care.” She looked down at her lap. “Perhaps if I hadn’t have been
wearing it that night I wouldn’t have been murdered.”
    Grace
pressed her lips together. She wasn’t going to point out that the murderer
would have found