Home For The Haunting: A Haunted Home Renovation Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
“Jefferson . . . ?” I began, taking care to speak low and slow. “Oh, hey, Cap’n. No worries,” he said, flipping the gun around and handing it to me, the muzzle pointed toward the floor and the butt toward me, as was proper safety procedure. “I checked; it’s not loaded.” Gingerly, I took the gun from him and double-checked. He was right; it was empty. I glanced at Caleb and three other college boys standing in a semicircle. “Who brought a gun to the worksite?” I demanded. “It’s mine,” said Etta from behind me. “Don’t worry; I know how to use it—I go out to the shooting range at least once a month, up by San Quentin.” Dear Ms. Etta Lee, retired schoolteacher, was getting more interesting by the moment. As I carefully handed the gun over to her, she explained: “It’s for protection. I told you, this used to be a rough neighborhood. I’m a single woman now. And to tell you the truth, I enjoy the feel of it in my hands.” That clinched it: Etta and my father were perfect for each other.
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