When the Dead People Brought a Dish-to-Pass: Mischief in Moonstone, #4
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Three days before Halloween, Alyssa Swain finds a man dead in his car but, once she gets help, the body is gone. When scruffy, tall, dead man John Christopherson shows up alive on her doorstep, he insists she called him to help her get ready for a party. Now the crazy man won't leave her house or her heart. How can she keep him from crossing over into the afterlife at midnight on Halloween?
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Mischief in Moonstone
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When the Dead People Brought a Dish-to-Pass - Christine DeSmet
Chapter 1
The car crash echoed all the way up Porcupine Hill. Its bone-crunching wallop rattled the kitchen windows, uprooting Alyssa Swain from gluing down new floor tiles.
She held her breath, listening, paying respects. She knew. Ever since moving into the farmhouse atop the hill a few miles south of Moonstone, Wisconsin two months ago, she'd endured screaming car brakes as drivers descended the fifty-yard drop into the hairpin turn. She knew somebody had finally died.
With hands shaking and heart pumping, Alyssa pulled a stocking cap over her short-cropped, brown hair. She grabbed the yellow barn coat and leather gloves from a wood peg by the kitchen door. After reaching for the doorknob, she hesitated. Blood bathed her memory. There would be too much blood this time, too. She knew.
When a feathery whip hit her legs her breath caught again. For a moment she thought it some ethereal force telling her to stop her heinous nightmare visits to the past.
Alyssa looked down. Her lungs whooshed out pent-up air. Millicent, please, I'm in a hurry.
The white Angora cat blinked up with one gold eye and one blue before untangling herself from Alyssa's legs.
After calling 911, Alyssa flung herself into whirlwinds of brown, red, and gold leaves on the crisp October Thursday. She raced down the short gravel driveway then onto the black-topped county road, following it the few yards to the crest of the hill. Far below, fingers of fog reached out of Red Rock Creek, wending through the woodland to huff hoary mist at an upside down, midnight blue car. The car had smashed head-on into a birch tree, its triad of white trunks bent over the car like a mother flailing arms over a dead baby.
Alyssa's mind spun. If only she had slowed down that day...
If only. That's our punishment after such things happen. We live our lives in if only
limbo. Even after four years.
She ran hells bells down the blacktop grade. Tears flowed, wicked away by air that spiked colder as she descended into the lowland.
If I can get there faster this time maybe I can save--
Red rivulets drizzled down the upside down window frame then onto an aqua explosion of glass pebbles decorating damp, gold leaves. Alyssa fought the urge to retch. She crouched within arm's length of a man hanging upside down in his seat belt.
Hello?
The simple question was all she could muster while holding onto her stomach.
Blood oozed off strands of his black hair and chin. A massive shoulder encased in a camouflage jacket was wedged against the door frame. He lay twisted with his face toward her. The deflating air bag cradled a cheek. Dark eyes were open but still as a brackish marsh pool, unnerving her. Are you all right, sir?
Nothing.
Alyssa shot up. She listened for the EMTs. No sirens yet. Nothing.
She threw herself at the steep hill, angry for impulsively running down the hill instead of driving her truck with its first aid kit and blanket. She stopped twice because her lungs seized.
Finally she leaped into her Jeep Cherokee, chiding herself again. Last time she'd left the rescue to the EMTs. She couldn't do that again. Mrs. Swain, the EMTs did the best they could but I'm sorry to have to tell you...
Alyssa had barely turned around in her driveway when a shiny, new squad car pulled alongside her. A woman in a brown uniform and jacket, with a blonde ponytail pulled through a baseball-style regulation cap, got out.
Alyssa rolled down her window. He's all right? The ambulance came already?
Did you hear anything odd?
Why weren't they racing to help the man? A crash.
But no brakes, right?
She hadn't heard the usual squeal of brakes on the hill. She swallowed. Had the man meant to run into the trees to commit suicide? No, Officer, I didn't hear brakes.
Please call me Lily.
Alyssa wanted to scream. Why are we wasting time? Her hands trembled on the wheel. Lily, is he--?
I'm afraid...
They tried their best, Mrs. Swain.
Alyssa choked. She hadn't been able to save the man in the car either. She turned off the truck engine.
Ma'am?
Officer Lily tapped her arm. Ma'am?
I'm sorry. I knew he died. I knew. I saw it in his eyes, but I was hoping--
There is no dead man.
He's alive?
We didn't find anybody.
But you found the car? It was smashed. He'd rolled it.
Maybe he was smashed and walked away to avoid a ticket. There's nobody at the bottom of the hill. I'll have the car towed into town. It's a BMW. Not from around here.
Alyssa got out of the truck to run to her barbed wire fence. She followed it until the crest of the hill. The car was still held in the arms of the birch tree. She called back to the officer, He was there, unconscious, bloody. He couldn't've walked away.
Maybe he wore a red scarf and you just thought you saw blood.
Alyssa raced back to the officer. No, he was wearing camouflage, nothing red. He was bleeding. It covered his face and was all over the broken window glass. Did you look in the creek? Maybe he crawled out and fell into the water.
Officer Lily placed a reassuring hand on Alyssa's arm. It's Halloween week. It was a joke by high school kids playing hooky. I'm the new deputy here so I've been expecting something like this. They probably stole the wreck from a junkyard, stuffed a dummy in it with fake blood, and now they'll be watching the papers for news of the wreck. That is, if I put this silliness into a report.
Lily giggled. Not!
Unease wouldn't loosen its strangle-hold on Alyssa's sixth sense. The man had been real. She was sure of it. But the pony-tailed deputy shrugged at her.
Alyssa managed a smile. Yeah, it was probably a trick.
She hated Halloween. The horrible accident she'd lived through four years before had happened on the holiday that celebrated dead souls.
I'm Alyssa Swain. I'm a new dealer at the Port Cliff casino.
Lily shook her hand. You must work with a friend of mine, Claire Lone Eagle. Her husband's building a gazebo behind the North Pole.
North Pole?
Lily laughed, an unexpected sound that relaxed Alyssa despite herself. That's what they call the Victorian mansion in Moonstone that overlooks Lake Superior. It has a restaurant called The Jingle Bell Inn run by another friend of mine, Kirsten. She's expanding it with an enclosed aviary, an outdoor deck, fire pit and heated gazebo. She wants it all done before the wedding.
Sounds like a big shindig.
A Christmas wedding for Peter LeBarron. His father, Henri, owns the mansion. Peter's marrying Crystal Hagan, known for her pet reindeer, alpaca, and goats. She teaches first grade.
First grade. Alyssa shivered again so violently that she had to excuse herself to throw up.
After assuring the deputy she'd be fine, she went to the house and crawled into bed.
A menacing rapping downstairs made her sit up with her heartbeat skittering like fall leaves. But she had to have dreamed the knocking. Millicent slept curled in a white ball next to her. The white cat always leapt down to hide under the bed when anybody came to the door.
The knocks came harder. Banging. Urgent.
Damn kids.
Alyssa suspected she'd get down to the door to find nothing. But why wasn't Millicent awakened by the noise? Alyssa scrutinized her watch-cat. Her fur moved; she was breathing.
Alyssa slipped into her shearling-lined moccasins and fuzzy lavender robe, cinching it tight. She grabbed her cell phone...her thumb ready for the 911 speed button.
Downstairs she found nothing at the living room's front door but cold air nipping at her bare ankles. She sighed, certain