The Ghost Who Wanted Revenge (Haunting Danielle Book 4) by Bobbi Holmes

this your first time in Frederickport?”
    “Actually, I used to live here,” he said.
    “Oh, so you’re in town visiting friends…family perhaps?”
    “Never really kept in contact with anyone. Been years since I lived here. But my wife and daughter are still here. That’s why I decided to come. Should of come earlier. But there are no do overs in life.”
    “Your wife and daughter live in Frederickport? Maybe I know them.”
    “I doubt it. They don’t live here exactly. Their graves are at the Frederickport Cemetery.”
    “Oh…I’m so sorry.”
    “It’s been a long time. But I figured I wanted to make it here—at least one more time, before I cash in my ticket.”
    “How long were you planning to stay in town?” Danielle asked.
    “Just a week. Rented a car in Portland. Flying home next Friday.”
    “The thing is…” Danielle glanced briefly at his cane. “I have a friend staying with me—she is convalescing. She has an infection in her leg, which requires IV treatments three times a day. I thought it best not to take any guests while she’s recovering.”
    “Oh…” Billy Bob sat up straighter in his chair. “I wouldn’t be any problem, I promise. I’d stay out of her way, wouldn’t disrupt her sleep.”
    “The only problem, she’s using the only downstairs bedroom. While I wouldn’t mind letting you stay—especially considering the circumstances—the only available rooms are upstairs, and we don’t have an elevator.”
    “Oh this?” Billy Bob gave his lame leg a light smack with his cane. “Slows me down a bit, but I can manage stairs. At the dealership, my office was upstairs. Walked them every day.”
    “If you’re sure.” Danielle smiled.
    “I’d really appreciate it Ms. Boatman.”
    “Please, call me Danielle.” She stood up. “I think we can fit you in.”
    “And please call me Will.”
    “Will?” Danielle frowned.
    “I only used Billy Bob for advertising purposes. I was born in California. You really think my folks named me Billy Bob?” He laughed.
    “William Robert?” she asked.
    “Yep.” He grinned.
    “And the boots and hat? Please don’t tell me you aren’t a real cowboy,” she teased.
    “Strictly drug store. Never been on a horse in my life.”
    Danielle laughed and then said, “Let me go check the Red Room. I believe Joanne has it already made up.”
    “Joanne?”
    “She’s our housekeeper, sometimes cook. You’ll meet her later.”
    Will stood up. “While you check on the room, I’ll go out to the car and grab my suitcase.”
    A few moments later Walt appeared in the entry hall, just as Will walked outside and shut the door behind him.
    “Who’s that?” Walt asked, peering out the window.
    “Our new guest,” Danielle said brightly.
    “I thought you weren’t taking any new guests until Lily got better,” Walt asked while following Danielle down the hallway.
    “Oh, Lily, I better tell her before she wonders about the strange man walking around the house!”
    Instead of continuing to the staircase, Danielle turned into the kitchen. Lily was still sitting at the table.
    “Lily, we have a houseguest!” Danielle announced.
    “Fine, ignore me,” Walt grumbled.
    “What do you mean?” Lily asked.
    “The person who was at the door—he was looking for a place to stay.”
    “I thought you weren’t going to take any new guests for a while,” Lily said.
    “That’s what I asked,” Walt said, knowing only Danielle could hear him.

Chapter Eleven
    “ A re you insane ?” Chuck Christiansen shouted as he paced the floor in the home office at the Gusarov Estate. He’d just driven in from Portland and wasn’t happy with what Darlene was telling him.
    Clutching her hands in her lap, Darleen cringed and looked up at Chuck. “Don’t yell at me. Someone is going to hear.” She sat primly on the chair next to Chuck’s desk.
    “The door is closed,” he snapped. “Not to mention your housekeeping staff doesn’t speak English.”
    “They