Estella is on edge. Why? The Bone Cruncher wants to collect his debt early. What's a girl to do? Get her zombie lover to do her dirty work for her of course, while she entertains you with tea and a ghost hunter sandwich....
MidNight, a paranormal magazine show, transformed Lindsay from a jittery legal assistant into an almost famous TV presenter. Ghost hunting was the last job Lindsay ever expected to see herself doing, or loving. Best of all, the show had helped her face fears of the dark and her own shadow. If only she could conquer Walker, her long time just-good-friends buddy.
When her co-host Debra puts an offer of a threesome on the table after a live filming at York Castle Prison, Lindsay takes it into careful consideration. A menage with Walker and her nemesis will complete her confidence trip. But when things start going bump in the night, will three be a crowd?
The bimbo knew nothing about the paranormal and thought an EVP meter was a “flux capacitor ghost-catching thingamabob.” A dumb fake-blonde fresh out of acting school. Maybe it’s actors I have a problem with? Nah. She’d known others, but Debra was the only one she ever wanted to smack over the head with a clapper board while shouting “cut the bitch.”
“We’re out of time. From the York Castle Prison, it’s good night from me and good night from Debra. Wishing you all sour dreams and hoping the bed bugs bite...hard.”
“And we’re out.” The show was now off-air.
Walker cheered, his whoop void of excitement. “And yet again, we didn’t catch anything. Surprise. We’re in the most haunted city in the UK, and we’ve got nothing. Not even in a thousand year old castle turned prison where people died
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heinously. Dick Turpin, the highwayman, didn’t even make an appearance to hold us up. It’s a joke.”
“One of these days, we’ll experience something so supernaturally spectacular it will beat the skeptic out of you...maybe even leave bruises.” She made a beeline for Walker.
So did Debra.
“Whoa, ladies.” He held his hands up in surrender. “Whatever it is, I didn’t do it.”
“Fun-ny. I was about to ask if you needed help cleaning this place up.”
“We have guys for that.” Debra flicked her luscious locks back, and they naturally fell into a super-perfect Kelly from Charlie’s Angels style. “More like she was hoping for a shag. Sorry, Lindsay, but Walker is taken.”
Lindsay formed tight fists, and her shoulders rounded slightly. “I don’t think so. He wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire.”
“I beg to differ.” Debra pouted.
Walker grabbed Lindsay’s arm and dragged her along the darkened, narrow corridors and into a deserted jail cell. Moonlight streamed through the small box window above, giving only a glimmer of light and setting shadows dancing on the walls as he moved.
“It’s not what you think.” He ran a hand through his thick, dirty-blond hair and frowned.