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  Watch for the Dead

  Looking to take a break from busy home renovations, Abby and boyfriend Ned Newhall jump at the chance to vacation on Cape Cod. Not only do they plan to get away from the dust and grime, but since Abby has no known ancestors in the area, the trip promises to be free of the unsettling ghostly appearances that have darkened her recent days.

  Dreams of a relaxing vacation are soon dashed, however, when a storm blows in and brings with it a scene from the past more disturbing than any Abby has ever experienced. The long-dead woman who appears to Abby is someone she’s met before, but this time her presence defies any explanation at all.

  Determined to unravel the mystery of the woman’s recurring appearances, Abby follows a trail of family history and upheaval that spans generations and may yield the biggest revelation of all, not just about Abby’s ancestors but about her living relatives as well.

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  Copyright © 2015 by Sheila Connolly

  Material excerpted from A Gala Event copyright © 2015 by Sheila Connolly

  Cover design and illustration by Dar Albert, Wicked Smart Designs

  ISBN: 978-1-940846-69-9

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  The Relatively Dead Series

  Excerpt from A Gala Event

  Books by Sheila Connolly

  About the Author

  Chapter 1

  The ringing of the phone jerked Abby Kimball from a sound sleep. It took her several rings to figure out what the infernal noise was and where it was coming from. Landline, apparently, an artifact that had come with the house she shared with Ned Newhall. She couldn’t remember where she’d left her cell phone—maybe that had been ringing too, but too far away to hear. She checked the clock. Five thirty in the morning? At least it was light outside, sort of.

  The phone was on her side of the bed, so she fumbled with it, managed to pick it up and put it to her ear, and mumbled, “H’lo?”

  “Abby, sorry to wake you, but I really, really need a favor, like, right now.”

  It was Leslie Walker, her former employer and onetime fiancée of Ned Newhall, who had by now raised himself up on one elbow and was watching Abby’s face for clues. “Is something wrong, Leslie?” she asked.

  “Well, yes, kind of. George is having a gallbladder attack. He’s had them before, but the last time his doctor said the gallbladder would have to come out if it happened again.”

  “Okay,” Abby said cautiously. She didn’t see any role for her in Leslie’s husband George’s gallbladder problems. “What do you want me to do?”

  “Can you take Ellie for the next few days? Petey’s off on a camping trip with my sister Bonnie and her family. Ellie’s day camp ended last week, but school doesn’t start until next week. I have no idea how George will feel when he gets back but he could probably use some peace and quiet for a few days. Ellie likes you—do you mind?”

  “Of course not. I’ll be happy to keep her for as long as you like. We can find some fun things to do. Should I come pick her up?”

  “No, the hospital is over near you, so I can drop her off on my way. Let me call George’s doctor and I can give you a time, if that’s all right.”

  “Of course it is. I didn’t have any plans, and I’d be happy for Ellie’s company.”

  “You’re a lifesaver, Abby. I’ll get back to you.” Leslie hung up abruptly. Abby wondered briefly if Leslie had told her the whole story. She’d known Leslie for nearly a year now and she’d never heard her sound this rattled.

  Abby plumped up her pillow and lay back. “What?” Ned asked.

  “George is having gallbladder problems and will probably need surgery. Petey’s off camping, but Ellie’s at loose ends until school starts. Leslie asked if we could look after her.”

  “And you told her that was fine, right?”

  “Of course I did. Ellie is fun to be with, and we can go play together. You want to play too?”

  “Maybe for a day or two, but we’re in the middle of a big project at work and I can’t just duck out,” Ned said.

  “But you’re the boss!” Abby protested.

  “Yes, and that makes me responsible. It’s not like I planned it this way, but this is a whopping big project and the client wants it ASAP. I can’t say no.”

  “That’s okay, I understand. Ellie and I will find some way to amuse ourselves.”

  Abby meant it when she said she liked Ellie, and that was for more than one reason. The first was that Ellie really was a good kid—smart and funny, and old for her eight years, which sometimes made her impatient with her classmates and friends. Second was that Ellie was Ned’s biological child; he’d helped Leslie out when she and George had found they couldn’t conceive, although he had played no active part in their lives until Abby had been thrust into the scene. But Leslie hadn’t yet told Ellie about her link to Ned, although Abby had a suspicion that Ellie suspected something out of the ordinary was going on. Third, Abby and Ellie and Ned shared the unusual ability to see dead people. Not all dead people, and not at random—only the ones from whom they were descended, with whom there was a genetic link, but there were a lot of those in Massachusetts. Ellie had been struggling to understand and to put into words what had been happening to her, until Abby had figured it out. Which had precipitated the big blowup with Leslie, who most definitely did not share this ability and didn’t want to deal with it at all. That was how Abby had ended up losing the job she really liked at the Concord Museum, where she had planned tours for local school groups.

  But Abby was patient, and she knew how hard it was to come to terms with meeting dead relatives she hadn’t known existed, much less ex
plain it to anyone else. She wasn’t sure how she would have managed if she hadn’t been lucky enough to find Ned at the beginning, although he’d been reluctant to admit he possessed the same ability. Leslie had been slow to come around, which wasn’t fair to Ellie, but Abby could wait. She had been spending a day a week, more or less, with the child over the summer, when Ellie wasn’t at day camp, and it had gone well.

  Now Leslie had turned to her to fill in, and she was glad to do it.

  “How soon?” Ned asked.

  “Leslie has to talk to George’s doctor, but let’s assume sooner rather than later. You want to stick around, or would you rather be gone?”

  “I think I’ll get an early start, and then maybe come home a little early. Will you two be all right?”

  “Of course we will. Why wouldn’t we? We’ve had fun all summer. I’ll have to think up some new adventures for us, but that’s all right.”

  “Abby . . .” Ned hesitated, which was unlike him.

  “Hmm?” Abby said, making mental lists of things she and Ellie could do.

  “Never mind,” Ned said. “I have an idea, but let me check it out before I say anything. I’ve got to go in early. I’ll see you later.” He leaned toward her to kiss her before getting out of bed, but if it was supposed to be a quick light kiss, it failed miserably. One of the benefits of their psychic connection, they had found, was an amplified physical response to each other, some sort of weird Vulcan mind-body meld that could rock their socks if they let it. Which they couldn’t right now.

  Abby broke it off first and gave him a gentle push. “See you later, love.”

  Ned went down the stairs, and Abby heard him clattering around the kitchen before leaving. She managed to squeeze in a quick shower and was dressing when she heard a car pull up. Looking out the window, she saw that it was Leslie, helping Ellie out of the car, with a backpack and a small tote. Abby hurried barefoot down the stairs and greeted them at the front door. “Hi, Leslie. Hi, Ellie. What—”

  “Don’thavetimetotalk—Georgeisin the car—I’llcallwhenIknowanything,” Leslie blurted out in one breath. Then she stopped herself and took the time to inhale. “Ellie, I’ll talk to you later. Be good for Abby, please.”

  Ellie looked up at her with a preview of what her snotty teenage expression would be in a few years. “Yeah, Mom. You don’t need to tell me. Take care of Daddy, will you? I’ll be fine.”

  “I know you will, pumpkin.” Leslie kissed the top of her daughter’s head. “Talk later.” She glanced quickly at Abby. “Thanks for doing this.”

  “No problem. I hope George will be okay.”

  “We’ve got to get there first,” Leslie said, already halfway down the stairs.

  Abby waited, her hand on Ellie’s shoulder, until Leslie’s car had pulled away. The touch was to reassure the child, who, despite her insight, was still a child, and also to sort of take her psychic temperature, to see just how upset she really was. “You want some breakfast?”

  “Okay,” Ellie said. “We left in kind of a hurry.”

  Abby led the way to the kitchen. “How hungry are you? Cereal hungry or French toast hungry?”

  “French toast,” Ellie said promptly.

  “Coming up.” Abby started to rummage in the refrigerator for eggs, milk and bread—thank goodness they’d stocked up over the past weekend, although they’d been counting on going to a farmers’ market or two for fresh vegetables.

  “Can you tell me about your dad? I didn’t know he was sick.” Was that too much to ask an eight-year-old? But Ellie was pretty mature for her age, and Abby didn’t like to talk down to her—Ellie had a good BS detector.

  “Sometimes,” Ellie said. “Not all the time. He calls it a bad tummy ache, but last night it got worse and Mom got worried. Will he be all right?”

  “I think so. I’ve had friends who had the same problem. You know what they did?”

  Ellie shook her head.

  “The doctors made a little tiny hole in his abdominal wall, and they stuck in a tube-thing with a pair of scissors or something, and another tube-thing with a tiny light, and they snipped the gallbladder out, all through a one-inch incision.”

  “Cool. Can you live without a gallbladder?”

  “Sure. You just have to be careful about what you eat—not too many fatty foods. So, I don’t know how long you’ll be staying here. Could be just overnight—sometimes if it’s easy surgery, like I described, they’ll send the patient home the same day or the next one. Or if it’s more complicated, you might be here for a week. Is that okay?”

  Ellie shrugged. “Yeah. I like doing stuff with you. And Ned. Is he going to be around?”

  “Part of the time. He has to work.”

  “He works a lot,” Ellie said.

  “Yes, he does. He owns and manages the company, so he’s responsible for what goes on there. But he also likes what he’s doing, which is a good thing.”

  “But what does his company do?”

  That wasn’t easy to put into terms a third-grader could understand. To be honest, Abby couldn’t describe it very well herself. “He analyzes things to see what they’re made of. He works with a lot of scientists. Have you had science in school yet?”

  “I don’t like school much,” Ellie told her, looking mutinous.

  “Why not?”

  “It’s boring. Everybody else is so slow, they’re reading, like, baby books. I read a lot faster than they do.”

  As Abby beat eggs and added milk, and a dash of cinnamon and a splash of vanilla, she wondered if it was time to revisit the idea of a private school. With Ned’s help Leslie and George could afford it, but Leslie had expressed a reluctance to take Ellie out of what she considered “normal” school. Abby could understand that viewpoint, but Ellie was somewhere beyond normal and might benefit from greater individual attention. Leslie should have a better understanding of that now. But that issue was something to discuss later—not this week, with George’s problems and with school starting in a little more than a week. “Maybe we need to find you some non-school activities. What do you like to do?”

  “I like computers. And I like art.”

  That gave Abby an idea: the perfect intersection of technology and art. “Do you have a camera?”

  “Only the one on my cell phone, and I’m not supposed to use the phone unless I need to get in touch with Mommy or Daddy. Not just for fun.”

  “Well, maybe we could get you a basic camera and you could experiment with it. You can upload the pictures to a computer and edit them if you want to, so you can tell how you’re doing.”

  “Cool. Can we look for one today?”

  “Why not? I didn’t have anything planned for today.”

  “Why not?” Ellie asked her, tilting her head. “Mommy has a job. Didn’t you used to work at the same place?”

  “Yes, and I’ll probably get a job again sometime. I like working with kids, but I’m not sure I want to be a teacher.”

  “Does Ned have a lot of money?”

  Oh, crap, Abby thought. Another conversation she wasn’t prepared to have right now. But she couldn’t lie. “Yes, compared to a lot of people, he does. But he’s earned it all himself, with his company. Some people inherit money from their families, but not him. If you’re asking if he’s supporting me, the answer is yes. But not forever, I hope. I like to work. It makes me feel useful. Why do you ask, Ellie?”

  “Sometimes Mommy and Daddy argue about money, and how much things cost. Like how they’re going to pay the hospital bills and stuff.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that”—and I’m pretty sure they didn’t intend Ellie to hear it—“but lots of people have problems with big bills like that. Things have a way of working themselves out.” And I need to talk to Ned about helping them somehow, if Leslie would even consider taking anything from us, Abby added to herself. “Okay, so finish up, brush your teeth, and we’ll go see if we can find a camera for you. Oh, maybe we should fix up a bedroom for you. Which one do y
ou want?”

  “The one overlooking the cemetery out back.”

  Why was she not surprised?

  Chapter 2

  As they made the bed in Ellie’s bedroom of choice, Abby tried to figure out where to go to find a camera. She had a point-and-shoot camera that suited her, but she didn’t ask much from it. She wanted to record events, not create art. Ellie was young, but she was careful with her possessions, so she should have something better than a child’s camera made of pink plastic. Digital, definitely—did anyone still make film anymore? The way Abby saw it, she had two choices: either go to a big box store, where they’d have a reasonable selection and at reasonable prices, or take Ellie to the only true camera store that seemed to exist these days, in Newton somewhere, or so she’d heard. She was pretty sure that someone there would have the expertise to talk with Ellie and find out what she could handle. It might cost a bit more, but the advice was worth something. Abby booted up her computer and searched for directions to the store.

  Once they were out in the car, Ellie turned to Abby. “Where are we going? A mall? Which one?”

  “No, not a mall. A real camera store, in a town.”

  “Really? There is such a thing?”

  “Yes, a few have survived, Ellie. I want someone you can talk to about what kind of pictures you want to take, and what you would need to do that.”

  “Okay.” Ellie settled into her seat and dutifully fastened her seat belt, while Abby did the same.

  The camera store was no more than half an hour away. They parked on the street running alongside it and crossed the street to the entrance. Ellie reached the door first and opened it eagerly. Abby followed more slowly, and paused just inside to scope things out, but it was immediately clear that the right side was where all the cameras were—more than she ever remembered seeing in one place, ranging from simple to elaborate. Ellie was already there, peering into one of the glass-fronted cases, her eyes gleaming.

  A guy who couldn’t have been older than twenty came out from the back of the store. “What can I help you with?”