Medium Dead: An Alexandra Gladstone Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
Artie, whose legs were deemed too short to keep up, was riding astride Lucy, at Alexandra’s insistence. He rode in contented silence, chewing his bread and jam. Alexandra had urged the group to wait until morning to go to the graveyard, but the boys insisted that the spirits came out only at night. In the end, she’d given in. It wouldn’t hurt to find out what Lucas was really up to, she’d told herself. Now she was beginning to regret it. “I’m thinking now ’twas not a good idea to start this short little journey,” Nancy said, echoing Alexandra’s thoughts as a few cold raindrops splattered the group. She raised her umbrella, but the wind was bullying them by now, pushing their bodies and toying with the umbrella. “Don’t be a mouse, Nance. A little cold rain won’t hurt you.” Rob thrust his chest out in a gesture as blustery as the wind. “ ’Tis not the rain that bothers me so much as the wind, and there’s bound to be lightning soon enough. ’Twill worsen, you’ll see,”
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