The Lawyer is Lifeless: Sedona Spirit Cozy Mysteries, #4
By Carly Winter
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Even the law couldn't save him from an untimely death…
When Bernie's business meeting turns into the discovery of her murdered lawyer, she's able to uncover facts the police can't. With the help of her ghostly grandmother, Ruby, she spies on the wife and girlfriend of the deceased and also discovers a clue that may lead to proof of a local biker gangs' involvement in the killing.
Bernie's former boyfriend, Deputy Adam Gallagher, is forced to reveal a secret about the investigation—a twist Bernie could never have imagined. They decide to pool their information and work together to solve the case, but will they rekindle their romance?
After Bernie's life is threatened, she and her ghost must uncover the evidence to put the killer behind bars… or Bernie may be the next victim.
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The Lawyer is Lifeless - Carly Winter
Chapter 1
This is ridiculous!
I shouted at Ruby, the ghost of my dead grandmother. We stood in the kitchen of my bed and breakfast and I waved the letter from the IRS above my head, then slammed it down on the granite countertop. How in the world am I supposed to pay this?
She shrugged. I don't know, honey. I wish I hadn't spent all my money like a drunken sailor while I was alive so I had more to leave you. I don’t have many regrets in life, but that’s certainly becoming one of them.
I looked down at the tax bill and groaned. What am I going to do?
Well, first, I think you should start taking cash. You don't have to report cash to Uncle Sam.
Yes, you do!
I said. It's illegal not to!
Ruby shrugged. "Well, it could also be classified as keeping what's yours, but you and I tend to look at things a little differently. Tomato, tom-ah-to, and all that."
Do you have any advice that falls into the legal realm?
I asked, rolling my eyes. Ruby had never been a rule-follower while living, nor was she in death.
Perhaps you should look into restructuring your business. That may offer some tax benefits,
she replied, tapping her finger against her lips.
Finally, an idea that sounded legal. Where would I get that done?
I knew a lawyer while I was still kicking. Stanley Jones III. Nice guy. He did some work for me.
Like what?
I asked, picking up my phone and typing in his name.
A little of this, a little of that. Just tell him who you are and he'll see you right away.
After dialing, I waited for an answer. Had Ruby slept with the man or had they truly had a working association?
Did you have a relationship with him?
I asked.
She shook her head and tossed her gray ponytail over her shoulder. Heck, no. Stanley was married and I didn't sleep with married men. Well, except that one guy, but that was so long ago, it might as well never have happened. Stanley also fell out of the ugly tree at birth and hit every branch on the way down. Not my type. You know I like the hotties. Nice guy though.
I cringed listening to my seventy-something year old dead grandmother discuss hotties.
Stanley Jones and Associates,
the pleasant woman's voice answered. This is Penny.
Hi, Penny. My name's Bernadette Maxwell. I need some help restructuring my business for tax purposes, and I was told Mr. Jones could help me.
Of course. Let me see when we can get you in. Please hold.
Elevator music played as I sighed.
Drop my name,
Ruby said. Penny knows me well. I bet you’ll have an appointment this afternoon or tomorrow.
Penny came back on the line. Does next week work for you?
I glanced at Ruby. I hated the idea of waiting that long. With this tax bill hanging over my head, my anxiety would be through the roof and all I'd do is worry about how I would pay it. I needed to act. Well, I was hoping to get in a little earlier if possible. I found his name in my grandmother's papers. Ruby—
You're Ruby's granddaughter?
Penny asked.
Yes.
Hold, please.
I narrowed my gaze at my ghost. What's the deal with you and this office?
She shrugged. I brought them a lot of business.
Bernadette?
Penny said.
You can call me Bernie.
Well, Bernie, Mr. Jones has an opening today at two. Will that work for you?
Yes. Thank you. I'll see you then.
Hanging up the phone, I narrowed my gaze at my ghost. It shouldn't surprise me dropping my grandmother's name would open doors in this town. She'd been sort of a legend, especially in the sheriff's office. I'd love to know the story of why your name gets me a same day appointment.
I told you, I brought him a lot of business. Jezzy's grandma, Janis, and the guy who used to own Plates of Pancakes when it was around... I used to be a big deal in this town, Bernie.
Okay. Well, I have to be there at two.
Can't wait to see old Stanley again!
she squealed.
Oh, look!
Ruby said as we pulled out of my back lot on the way to the lawyer’s office. They took down the For Sale sign on that house over there. It must have sold! I wonder who your new neighbor will be?
I hadn’t known the last couple to live there except to wave and say hello if we found ourselves outside at the same time. They’d moved out a few weeks ago. I have no idea.
Maybe it’ll be some hot guy who likes to do yardwork shirtless,
Ruby said, sighing. Wouldn’t that be nice?
I didn’t bother to answer. My potential new neighbor was the least of my worries.
Ruby and I drove to a group of houses that had been converted into office buildings. She spun around in circles next to me as I strode through the parking lot. With Thanksgiving just two weeks away, the air felt downright wintery, so I pulled my coat around me tighter. People always associated Arizona with extreme heat, but those of us up in the mountains experienced snow during the winter months while those in the valley finally emerged from their long, hot summer to tepid temperatures.
I pushed open the front door and found an empty desk and three blue office chairs in the reception area that used to be a living room. The walls had been painted eggshell white and decorated with pictures of the Sedona skies during monsoon season: lightning, rolling black clouds, torrential rains and dust storms.
These are amazing photos,
I murmured as Ruby and I studied them.
Janis took a lot of these,
she said. We used to grab a bottle of tequila and go out to the desert during the storms, so she could snap pictures.
I wouldn't be able to take such beautiful photos sober, let alone after drinking tequila. It seemed like Mother Nature had posed for each picture, lining up her lightning rods over the cliffs or swirling her clouds into perfect mosaics of black and grey. Beautiful, but angry and scary. I'm impressed. If Janis took these, what are they doing here?
Stanley did some legal work for the bar and this was how she paid him. She could get a couple hundred Benjis per picture.
Seriously?
Yup.
She turned to face the reception area. You better pound on a desk or something to get someone out here. If I remember right, Penny's got a bit of a hearing problem.
Hello?
I called.
You know, I've been thinking about you and Adam,
Ruby started.
There's nothing to think about,
I muttered. I don't want to talk about it.
I had successfully avoided my ex-boyfriend for the past month. Not that he'd come looking for me, but we hadn't seen each other. Slowly, my heart had begun to mend. I still regretted breaking into his condo and going through his work files, but I also was happy to see my friend Darla doing so well. She'd reopened the diner and she and Jack were spending a lot of time together. If I hadn’t broken into Adam’s condo, she may have returned to the psychiatric ward and into the dark places her schizophrenia took her.
Well, I want to go see Ned.
I'm sorry, Ruby,
I whispered, hoping no one was eavesdropping. I can't do that.
You could stand outside Adam's door while I say hello,
she replied. I miss that crochety old cowboy and imagine how lonely he is!
Ned, Adam’s ghost, had been alone for decades and he said he preferred the quiet. I didn't worry about him not having Ruby around in the least bit. He may be enjoying his peace.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I shook my head. No way was I going to get within a mile of Adam's condo.
I think it would—
Just stop right there,
I hissed, glancing down the hallway to make sure no one was coming. You can't talk me into this, so stop trying.
Ruby grumbled something about bad attitudes, then turned back to the pictures.
Hello?
I called again.
I'm going to head back and see what's going on,
Ruby said. It's better than hanging with Miss No-Can-Do.
Since she couldn't go more than fifteen feet from me while we were outside our house, I stood at the mouth of the hallway so she could search as much of the building as possible. What I longed to do was take off out the front door and have our tether snap her back behind me simply because she hated when I did it. Yet, this was no place to start a fight and I did need to find out how to lower my dang taxes.
No one in the kitchen,
she said as she appeared from the entrance to the left. Moving across the hall, she ghosted through a door.
Looks like he's got himself a partner,
Ruby said after returning to the hallway. That room used to be storage, but now there's a messy desk and some file cabinets.
She motioned me to follow her. Come down here a ways. I'm at the end of my leash.
With a quick glance, I sought out security cameras. Having been caught in the act of breaking and entering, not to mention going through Adam’s police files, I now hunted the corners of every building I entered in search of them. I didn’t see anything in the lawyer’s office.
I took a few steps and peeked around the corner at the empty kitchen. The coffee pot was on and dirty dishes littered the sink.
Come on, Bernie!
Ruby said. You're holding me back!
As I inched up the hallway, I passed a bathroom door also on my left. Then another room to the right which held a large wooden table and some filing cabinets—a meeting room of sorts.
More monsoon pictures decorated the walls detailing the fury of Mother Nature. Angry black clouds, fingers of lightning bolts, streams from torrential rains where hard, desert land had been only moments before. My heart thumped loudly as I stared at one particularly fierce photo and it suddenly felt as if that storm was coming alive right in this small home.
What's your problem?
Ruby chided. We still have to check this back room. We'll probably find old Stanley in here on the toilet or something.
I glanced back at the front door. Where had everyone gone? At two o'clock in the afternoon on a Wednesday, I expected a lawyer's office to be busy. Where was Penny, the receptionist? And why was the coffee pot on if no one was here?
I have a bad feeling about this,
I whispered. I think we should leave.
No. We've got one more room to investigate. I'm sure Stanley just stepped out for a minute or he's in the bathroom. He's even deafer than Penny. She probably took a late lunch.
I hesitantly moved closer to the doorway and Ruby was able to slip in. She immediately returned.
Uh oh,
she said. We have a problem.
What? What's wrong?
The lawyer... he's lifeless. Stanley's dead. You better call 9-1-1.
The storm brewed louder, causing a buzzing sound in my head. Are you kidding me?
Nope.
She gestured to the room. Take a look.
I hurried inside. The far wall held a half-dozen file cabinets. Stanley sat behind his big, oak desk, his head leaned against the back of the chair, his eyes closed. If not for his blue lips and fingers, I would’ve guessed he was resting.
He looks like he’s napping,
I whispered.
Honey, he’s in for the longest sleep of his life. There’s no waking up from that one.
Instead of checking for a pulse, I nodded and stepped back into the hallway. I have to call the police.
Yup. That’s what I told you.
My heart thundered as I strode out into the reception area. With shaky hands, I pulled out my phone from my purse and dialed. I knew from experience blue lips meant possible poisoning. I had the drug dealer who died in my upstairs room to thank for that unwanted piece of knowledge.
After being told someone would be sent out right away, I debated whether to wait outside. I stood in the middle of reception and tried to occupy my thoughts with the pictures once again instead of the dead body in back.
Come down the hallway,
Ruby said. I want to look around.
No. I’m waiting right here for the police.
If you stand in the hallway, you can still see out the window and you’ll know when the police have arrived. You’ll also make your poor, dead grandmother happy.
I cursed under my breath as I glanced at her. She stood fifteen feet away with a sweet smile