Dead Wrong
By TK Eldridge
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A teenage boy is murdered and it's up to Jamie and Jack to solve the case. Well, okay - Jamie, Jack, and the ghost of Michael Donovan.
Jack left her last job under peculiar circumstances and now she's doing her best to hold on to her new job without it all blowing up in her face.
What are the odds that the only person that could possibly understand her situation would end up being her new partner?
How do the two of them explain where some of their information comes from, when the person giving it to them is the murder victim?
They'd better be right when they finally find the answers because it's fatal to be dead wrong.
TK Eldridge
TK Eldridge retired from a career in Intelligence for the US Gov't to write. The experiences from then are now being used to feed the muse for paranormal romance, mysteries, supernatural, and urban fantasy stories. When they’re not writing, they are enjoying life in the Blue Ridge mountains of western North Carolina. Two dogs, a garden, a craft hobby and a love of Celtic Traditional music keep them from spending too much time at the computer.
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Dead Wrong - TK Eldridge
Chapter One
Noah checked his reflection in the window one more time before he got off the bus at the last stop on Shore Drive. He was finally starting to fill out, and it was about three months before he turned eighteen. He had started to think he’d never catch up to the other guys his age, but the time spent lifting weights was finally showing in the strain of his t-shirt across his chest and the tightness in the arms of his favorite button down shirt. Noah hoped he’d get a couple of new pairs of jeans before school started but living in the group home meant it was a crap shoot. He’d probably end up getting some hand me downs from the bigger boys when the Res noticed his jeans were too short. The new Resident in Charge, or Res, was the worst one yet. He spent all of his time on his laptop and had to be reminded to order groceries on a regular basis. They never lasted that long, so there wasn’t really a point in trying to train the Res in how to take care of the twenty-five kids that lived in the house at any given time.
For Noah, he learned early that the only person he could truly count on was himself. He went to school, worked at the local fast food joint, and bought what he needed. Tonight was special, because he’d bought something for his girlfriend, Soraya. A delicate gold necklace with a heart that had been engraved with their initials rested in a black velvet bag in his pocket – a token of their first six months together. It had taken him four of those months to save up enough to get the gift. No cheap stainless steel electroplated gold for his girl, no sir. Soraya was used to the finer things, so he couldn’t be giving her some cheap crap for their anniversary. There were only a few memories Noah had of his mother, and one was her telling him that you should start something as you mean to go on. Do it right, give it your best, because once you set the bar, you knew where the beginning of things would be and could mark your progress from there.
Someday he’d be able to buy her emeralds, diamonds, and rubies, but for now, it was just a tiny heart in real gold. He’d have to make sure to give it to her away from her friends. Noah knew they were only her friends and he was allowed to hang with them because she wanted him there. They were all children of the well-to-do in Harbor and he didn’t belong. As far as the group were concerned, Noah ranked lower than the kids of their household help – and he knew it.
Noah had met Soraya Halston at school when they’d been put in a group in Chemistry. Her humor, intelligence, and quick wit won him over as much as her honey blond hair and bright green eyes. Her best friends, Ashley Wentworth and Hailey Sewell had spent most of the past six months trying to talk Soraya out of being with him. The other two in their group, Montgomery Monty
Weatherby and Spenser Newport had welcomed a third male, until they found out he was a throw-away kid. They tolerated him for Soraya’s sake, but they went out of their way to make him feel uncomfortable. Noah just did his best to ignore the jabs and snarky comments so he could spend time with Soraya.
Tonight they were supposed to be having a bonfire on the cliff above the beach and Noah looked forward to cuddling with Soraya on one of the huge logs that surrounded the fire pit. He made his way along the path through the trees, the light from the bonfire a beacon that led him on. Noah could hear the laughter and chatter of the group, his hand curled around the velvet necklace bag as he stopped to gather his nerve.
Noah had been so focused on seeing Soraya, he never heard the step behind him. The blow to the back of his head dropped him to the ground, the scent of pine needles strong as he tried to suck in a breath to scream. Nothing seemed to be working right. He felt hands grab him and lift him up, then he was flying through the air. Noah bounced once off the cliff wall, so he never felt himself land at the bottom. His last thought was of Soraya.
Chapter Two
The late Michael Donovan sat on the roof of Jameson Kennedy’s house, watching his still-living partner flip burgers on the grill while the Red Sox battled the Yankees in the playoffs on the outdoor screen. Jameson – Jamie to his friends – had a new partner in Jacquelyn Forbes. Jack and her son Avery sprawled on the porch couch, while ex-cop, now PI, Joseph Mahoney and his partner, Dafydd Llewellyn, and their Sergeant Lincoln Tremont sat at the table.
Don’t you miss being down there?
Mike’s companion asked.
I do,
Mike said. But I’m pretty lucky that I have a friend that is willing to make accommodations for me. He listens to me and helps me feel useful.
And he solved your murder?
He did. Turns out my murder was an accident, but it was part of a chain of events that took down two criminal organizations before the case was done. That’s rather good teamwork, if you ask me.
And you think he can figure out what happened to me?
Mike turned to look at the teenager that sat beside him. Noah, I think if anyone’s going to figure it out, it’ll be Jameson Kennedy. But he’s not going to be doing it alone. I’m going to help.
But you remembered some of what happened to you. I haven’t. Well, not yet, anyway,
Noah said.
And they haven’t found your body yet,
Mike replied. Once we figure that out, the rest will come.
Mike had been dead for several months and he was still in the process of figuring things out about being dead and interacting with the living. The only person he’d met so far among the living that could see him was Jamie. If he touched another ghost, then Jamie could see and hear them too, otherwise he could only see Mike.
Word had got out among the newly dead that if they were murdered, they could find Mike and maybe get help. He hadn’t let Jamie know about this development yet. Before Mike died, he and Jamie had been partners for eight years. They had grown as close as brothers, but after Mike died, they learned even more about each other. Jamie’s ex-wife, Elise, was now parent to their two kids, Maureen and Kevin, as well as Mike and his insane criminal ex-wife, Kathleen’s two kids, Colleen and Eddie. Mike’s father had moved down to the Florida Keys where Elise now lived with the four kids and bought the house next door to help. Getting the kids out of Harbor, Massachusetts and away from the news and drama had been a wise choice. Mike had gone down there to see his two, and they looked as happy as two kids who’d lost both of their parents could look.
Just stick with us, Noah,
Mike said. Jamie on one side of the Veil and me on the other? We’ll figure it out. His new living partner is a pretty smart cop, too, from what I can tell. I’m sure she’ll be useful.
Later that evening, Jamie drained the bottle of water as he made his way through his newly built house. He sat on the bed and pulled off his shirt, giving it a halfhearted toss in the general direction of the hamper.
You done partying it up?
Mike said as Jamie sat on the side of the bed.
Was a good time,
Jamie said.
I’m glad. No, really. You deserve some fun and relaxation,
Mike replied.
I’m going to sleep in tomorrow, then go for a run on the beach, and when I come back from Florida, I’m going to get myself a rescue dog. It’s time I got myself a companion,
Jamie said.
Just don’t get one of those little fluffball things. Get a dog that can run the beach with you,
Mike suggested. Speaking of companions, I have someone for you to meet.
Another dead person?
Jamie asked.
Mike gestured to someone, then took the hand of a teenage kid.
Aw, hell,
Jamie said with a sigh.
Jamie, this is Noah Riggs. He died, he thinks, sometime over the last twenty-four hours, but his body hasn’t been found yet. Tomorrow morning, after your run, maybe you could help us look?
Mike asked.
Like I’m gonna say no?
Jamie replied. Hi, Noah. When it’s daylight, I’ll help you look. Maybe someone will have called in a missing person or something by then.
Thank you, sir,
Noah replied. But no one will call it in. I live in a group home and they don’t check who is and who isn’t around every night. They kinda don’t care much.
Jamie scrubbed his hands over his face and rolled fully onto his bed. I’m too drunk and tired to even think clearly right now, so let me get some sleep and we’ll work on it tomorrow.
See?
Mike said. I told you he’d help. That’s what we do. We solve murders. Even though I’m dead now, I still work with the best partner in existence.
A faint snore drifted up from where Jamie lay across his bed.
Uh huh,
Noah replied as he eyed Jamie’s half-dressed body sprawled across the top of the blankets. If you say so.
Jack dropped her son Avery off at his dorm then headed to the tiny apartment she currently slept in. She wouldn’t exactly say she lived in it since most of her boxes were just stacked in the living room and the only furniture she had taken out of storage was a bed, a folding table, and one chair. It was intended to be temporary while she found something better, and now she’d been here a few months and finally put an offer down on a Craftsman bungalow near the water. It needed some work, but Jack needed to stay busy.
Jack put her keys and wallet on the counter, poured herself water and took two aspirin before she got into bed. Phone charging and alarm set, she rolled over and thought about her new problem. How to bring up to her partner that she, too, could see ghosts. Oh, how did she know? Her ghost told her that his ghost had ratted him out. Earlier, at Mike’s place, she’d been on the deck with Avery and saw Ellis standing beside him.
"I know you see me," the girl said.
Jack covered her mouth with her hand, her words barely audible. Not here. Wait until later.
A shiver ran through Jack as she took a swallow of her drink. She really wanted something stronger, but she was driving Avery back to campus after the cookout.
"Go to the bathroom, we can talk there," the girl said.
Jack got to her feet and set the soda on the arm of her chair. Be right back,
she told Avery and ducked into the house. The half bath was under the stairs and she stepped inside, locked the door, and turned on the water. Ellis, you can’t just show up and demand I speak to you. I’ve already had to rearrange my life because of this shit.
"Like I chose to die and end up being a ghost that only you can see? Ellis replied.
I was twenty-two years old, clean, and trying to start a new life. My death? It’s on your hands."
"No, your death is on Samson Rhodes’ hands. He’s the one that shot you. Quit playing the guilt trip card. It doesn’t work. I had to give up my job, my friends, my family, my home – because you wouldn’t leave me alone. You cause me trouble here? I’ll ignore you until the end of time. I swear it," Jack hissed at the girl’s shade.
"There’s another ghost here, Ellis said.
I told him not to tell Jamie about me, so relax. His name is Michael Donovan. He talks to Jamie all the time."
Jack leaned back against the sink and stared at Ellis. He...what?
"Y’know how I talk to you? Mike talks to Jamie. You should probably talk to him about me. He’s like the only person in the world who would understand."
"I don’t know. I’m still so new here, Jack said with a sigh.
Look, just leave me alone today, okay? I want to spend time with my new team and with Avery. Come find me when I get home tonight if you need to chat."
"Whatever," Ellis said and disappeared.
Jack sighed and punched her pillow. What were the odds that she’d end up with the one partner that might understand? But could she really take that chance? The only reason she was able to get a new job was because her last boss kept the crazy talk out of her file – as long as she got out of his precinct. It had cost her everything. Her beautiful apartment had sold for enough to help her buy the new house, but she missed it. She missed the neighborhood she’d lived in for most of her life, the friends and family that were now so far away—it made her feel homesick. Jack pulled the covers up and curled around an extra pillow. It soaked up her tears while she cried herself to sleep.
Chapter Three
The next morning, Jamie got up, pulled on his shorts and a t-shirt, then crossed the street in front of his new house to take the stairs from the break wall to the beach. A quick stretch and he headed down the beach towards the cliffs, sneakers pounding into the wet sand as the tide continued to go out. The harbor that gave the city the name was one of many along the Massachusetts coast. A history of ocean trade and fishing could still be seen in the few private lobster or fishing crew boats that set out from the docks. Most mornings, Jamie would see them pulling out in the misty fog of predawn as he did his run, but he had the next four days off so he was out later than usual. He was looking forward to flying down to Florida that evening to spend the long weekend with the kids.
Then he remembered Mike’s companion last night. He knew that Mike had had a problem with time passing when he’d first died, so the when of it happening could still be in question. Once Jamie got home, he showered, changed, grabbed coffee and food, and opened up his laptop to do some research. ‘Noah Riggs’ brought up nothing in several databases, and there had not been any reports of a body found.
Mike,
Jamie called. Need you a moment.
Mike dropped into the chair across from him and leaned on the table. You rang?
Were you reading over my shoulder again?
Jamie asked and shook his head. I’m not seeing anything on Noah Riggs yet. I also cannot cancel this weekend. I’m going to put together an email, send it to Jack and have her keep an eye out. I’m only gone a couple of days, then I’ll be back and can dive into this.
He said he just died,
Mike said.
And remember how time got convoluted for you when you were newly dead? He could have died a week ago or eight hours ago, we have no way of knowing.
That’s true. Okay, send what you can to Jack and I’ll let her ghost know what’s going on,
Mike said.
Her...what?
Her ghost. Ellis Calder. Ellis was her CI and died in her arms in New York. That’s why she’s up here. She wasn’t as good at keeping her mouth shut about the weird stuff as you were,
Mike said.
So...Jack can see ghosts? Can she see you?
"I don’t