her head. “No can do. I have a job to do and I always finish what I start.”
“So what do you consider a successful mission as far as harassing me is concerned?”
“To get rid of you.” She smiled evilly.
Things had suddenly taken a turn for the worse with her comment and I hadn’t thought that was possible before now.
I swallowed hard and mustered up enough courage to ask. “What do you mean get rid of me?”
“Exactly what it sounds like. You’ll be coming with me so we can carry out more devilish missions.”
“Like hell I will.” Pun intended.
“Clever.” She smirked.
“So that’s all you’re going to tell me? If you are so good at your job, then I’d think you could share more without giving away the identity of the person who sent you. Or are you afraid that you can’t handle it? I bet you can’t tell me anything without letting the demon out of the bag. You suck,” I said.
Her face turned redder than her dress. My taunting had really pissed her off. Good. She deserved it. “You’re just trying to trick me into telling you stuff. I’m not that stupid.”
I shrugged. “Fine. If you say so. Keep telling yourself that.”
She glared at me. “She’s involved in witchcraft,” Candy Cherry said in a hurry.
“Big deal. I assumed that much. Is that all you got?” I asked.
“She has blonde hair and dresses very stylishly.”
I paused. Karyn had long blonde hair and dressed very stylishly. But would she have sent me the package? No. Not without telling me she was sending it. Plus, she wouldn’t knowingly subject me to this awful spirit on purpose. But now the seed of doubt had been planted. The spirit had succeeded and I hadn’t figured out for sure who had sent the witch’s ball. And Candy Cherry knew exactly what she’d done. She had a sly smile spread across her face. She was very happy with her accomplishment.
“It couldn’t possibly be anyone you know though, could it?” she asked with a smirk. “No.” She shook her head. “I didn’t think so.”
I didn’t like this ghost. She probably had been an equally awful person when she’d been alive too. I’d find a way to get rid of her. I’d have the last laugh. I wouldn’t be bullied by spirits. I’d made that decision years ago and I wasn’t about to let it happen now.
“You think you’re so clever, but I don’t need you to figure out who sent the package. I’ll figure it out on my own.”
“If you say so, but you haven’t had much luck with your search yet. Good luck finding the person.” And with that she disappeared.
Mindy had been staring at the whole exchange with her mouth agape. I picked up the box and slammed it down with frustration. I was pretending the box was Candy Cherry’s head.
Mindy eased the box away from me. “Do you think Callahan’s ex-girlfriend could have sent it? I mean she is sending you the letters, so postal mail seems to be her modus operandi.”
“Yes, of course, the thought has crossed my mind,” I snapped.
Mindy ignored my agitation.
“So confront Callahan. Give him a chance to explain what is going on.”
“I showed him the letters. He said she was just trying to be funny and that he’d talk to her. After that, I basically kicked him out of my house.”
“You’re kidding.” Mindy’s mouth hung open.
“Can he explain any more than that? It looks as if it’s all explained right on that page.” I shoved the latest letter toward Mindy.
She read the page then looked back at me. “We need to go and check out this place he’s working. Find out what’s going on. Check out this Ginger chick.”
“So snoop on him?” I asked.
“Exactly.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
We parked behind the building and inched our way over to the location where I knew Callahan was working. If he happened to spot us, he’d think we’d lost our minds. Okay, who was I kidding? He already knew we were nuts.
“I wonder what she looks like,” Mindy said.
“She’s probably gorgeous,” I whispered back.
“Which office is it?” Mindy moved along beside me so closely that people would think we were attached.
Why were we always snooping around and spying on people? I didn’t even like doing this stuff, although apparently I did, because I continued to do it time after time. But the way I saw it, if people would quit doing weird things then I wouldn’t have a reason to follow or snoop on them. My