Ghostly Game (GhostWalkers #19) Read Online Christine Feehan

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: GhostWalkers Series by Christine Feehan
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Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 133531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 534(@250wpm)___ 445(@300wpm)
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“I couldn’t see anything. I thought maybe one of them was shot,” Cindy said. She looked at the others. “Did any of you see anything?”

Sirens were growing louder. The other women shook their heads. Janice answered for all of them. “We ran. As soon as I could, I called 911. I didn’t know what was going on, but I wasn’t sticking around to find out.”

“It sounded like hundreds of bullets were fired,” Sally added. “I’ve never been so scared. I just wanted out of there.”

It seemed to Rory that the next hours were endless. She needed to get ready for work, but the police needed statements from them. She didn’t mind giving them a statement, but she really didn’t have much to say. Unfortunately, the stranger, whom she had never seen before, had collapsed and died just outside the apartment building.

The police insisted on using a gunshot residue kit to check each of their hands to ensure that none of the women had fired a weapon. Rory couldn’t blame them for being so thorough when she learned that the victim was named Peter Ramsey, and he was a detective in the police department.

Rory was careful not to speculate or tell the police officer questioning her that she was certain there were four men doing something very illegal in the neighborhood, because she had no idea what they were doing or any proof other than her suspicion. If they were selling drugs, that was a far cry from killing a detective. The other women must have felt the same, because no one else mentioned them either.

She was already running late by the time the police allowed her to rush upstairs and change. She’d texted her boss that she’d be driving rather than doing her customary walking, so no one could take her designated parking spot. Parking was always at a premium, and most of the time, she allowed others working at the bar to use her spot. She didn’t take the time to give herself a breathing treatment but used her inhaler. She even used the elevator rather than the stairs.

“We have to get our mail,” Lydia stated very loudly to someone Rory couldn’t see.

Rory had forgotten they were sorting mail. She did have two bills that had come in. Paper bills rather than online. Then there was the junk mail in her bag. She went to stand by Lydia.

“My bills are in the lounge as well,” she added, and pointed to her tote and the two envelopes on the end table. “Maybe you could just grab our mail for us?”

The officer nodded. “The lounge will be released soon. Forensics is still processing and will be for a while. But I can ask them if I can get the mail for you.”

He returned with their envelopes and bags. Rory shouldered hers, hugged Lydia, waved at the cop and hurried out to her car. After tossing the bag of junk mail into the trunk, she made her way to the bar, sending up a silent prayer she wouldn’t forget to bring in the two bills she’d placed on the passenger seat when she came home that night.

The moment she entered the bar, Lani, one of the female bartenders who had covered her station, began whispering to her about two customers who were extremely hot. One had come in several times, always sitting at one of the tables in the shadows, never at the bar. Always in Rory’s section. Now, apparently, he was back with a friend.

“Dana’s waitressing, and she’s been flirting outrageously,” Lani said, ending her report.

Dana rarely went home alone, and she garnered more tips than any other waitress. Rory snuck a quick look at the two men at the table facing the bar. Her breath left her lungs in a rush. The newcomer was the most attractive man she’d ever seen in her life. She spent most of her time as a bartender, so she saw a lot of men, and this man was mesmerizing and charismatic, and she hadn’t even heard him speak.

Fortunately, it was extremely busy, requiring her to work fast and hard. She went on automatic pilot, although she remained aware of him in the room. She couldn’t help being aware each time Dana approached the table and asked if the two men needed a refill. She thought the waitress did so a little more often than necessary.

Rory couldn’t look directly at the man sitting at a table facing her station. He never came up to the bar to get drinks. She heard the gorgeous man call his companion Javier. Javier called her fantasy man Gideon. It wasn’t as if Gideon was handsome in the accepted sense of the word—he was all rough edges. He had hawklike features. Sharp and angular and intense. Sadly, he was ripped. That meant he was physically fit and wouldn’t do for her. Not at all. She couldn’t afford to fall for someone and have them destroy her when they walked away.



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