fuzzy. I’m just… umm, what’s the word?”
“Numb?” offered Erin.
The ghost shook her head. “No, I feel serene. Like now that I’m dead, nothing matters. Like I said – strange. What happens to me now?”
“Sorry, I don’t know. As far as I’m aware, ah, ghosts only hang around for a day or so after they die or longer when they have something they want to impart to the living. Otherwise, they pass over – but that’s the part I have no idea about.”
Hilda cocked her head on one side. “How can you see me?”
“I just can. Is there anything you’d like me to pass on for you? Are there any messages you want me to give to anyone?”
Erin was dying to ask her about who killed her, but she had her priorities. Hilda was a well-loved woman, and if Erin could provide any kind of help to her loved ones, she wanted to.
Hilda mulled it over. “Could you tell my parents that I love them and that I’ll be with Danny now?”
“Of course.”
“Oh, and I want Alice Cooper’s Poison to be played at my funeral. That’s an absolute must.”
Erin nodded and chewed on her cheek, pondering how to phrase her delicate question. “Hilda, do you know who killed you?”
The ghost knit her brows together. “I’m not sure. They came at me from behind. I never saw their face. But, it was a man, I was sure of that. And they were shorter than me; they had skinny arms, but they were very strong. Plus, I saw their watch. It was this fancy diver’s watch with a red dial, and it was really familiar, I know I’d seen it before, but I couldn’t be sure where. Does that help?”
“Yes, it does, thank you.”
Hilda smiled at her. “I guess I should get going then.”
Erin looked down as she pushed up off the ground, and in that second, Hilda disappeared. She stowed everything Hilda had said in her memory, in particular the promises she had made, and went off in search of Gunner.
*
Erin had traipsed around the grounds for more than half an hour before she gave up the search for her BBB. Instead, she made her way into the kitchen of the main house.
She was startled to find a teenage boy rummaging in the refrigerator. He looked up and sniffed before whirling round to fix her with amber eyes.
Crud . He was probably related to the Alpha, and to him, she was trespassing.
“I’m sorry,” Erin blurted. No, stop apologizing for yourself you have every right to be there . “I’m with the SEA, we’re here about Hilda.”
He nodded at her with wary eyes, one hand still paused inside the refrigerator.
She stood up straight and noticed that with heels, she was actually taller than the boy before her. He was unusual for a wolf shifter, shorter and more gangly. Males at his age tended to be already topping at least five-feet-ten inches, and they tended towards thick muscles.
Still, perhaps he could be helpful.
Erin took a couple of steps toward him. “Did you live here?”
His lips curled upwards, and he directed his gaze back to the food. “Yeah, I’m Billy, the Alpha’s son,” he said coldly.
“So, you knew Hilda well?”
He tensed but tried to shrug nonchalantly. “She worked for my parents. I saw her around the house.”
Erin bit her lip. Something was wrong . She didn’t have to be a shifter to know that something was off with him. But a hunch wasn’t enough.
“I’d like to talk to Hilda’s boyfriend…”
Billy slammed the refrigerator door closed and bared his fangs. “Hilda didn’t have a boyfriend.”
His eyes and his sharp teeth were terrifying, but what scared Erin the most was just what was on his wrist. A diver’s watch with a red dial . A coincidence, perhaps. But every screaming instinct inside her told her it wasn’t.
Belatedly, she recalled that she had left her purse containing her gun in Gunner’s car. Fat lot of good it was doing in there.
Billy narrowed his eyes as he saw her staring
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