Free Ghostly Worries (A Harper Harlow Mystery Book 4) by Lily Harper Hart Page A

credit report. He kicked her out right away.”
    Jared and Mel exchanged a weighted look.
    “That sounds a little more stalker-y than you originally let on,” Jared said finally. “Did she follow these guys around?”
    “Yeah, that’s how she found out two of them were seeing other women,” Sarah replied. “She had a fit both times.”
    “Do you remember any of these guys’ names?”
    Sarah shook her head. “No, I’m sorry.”
    “Are you sure?” Jared couldn’t help but be disappointed.
    “I’m sure,” Sarah said. “They’re probably all in her online dating profile thing, though.”
    Jared stilled. “Dating profile?”
    Sarah nodded. “She was part of one of those groups, although I don’t know which one.”
    “I don’t suppose you know where she kept her computer, do you?” Jared asked, tamping down his irritation. He couldn’t believe Sarah didn’t volunteer that information earlier.
    “She had it all on her phone,” Sarah said. “She didn’t have her own computer and she wouldn’t use the one at work for dating. That was for online shopping.”
    “We can’t seem to find her phone,” Mel mused. “That’s a little … convenient.”
    “Well, I guess we know what we need to be looking for, huh?” Jared said, forcing a smile for Sarah as he got to her feet. “Thank you so much for your time. If we have other questions, we’ll be in touch.”
    “Oh, that sounds nice,” Sarah said, smiling at Jared. “Just so you know, I’m not like Rosie. I don’t care how much people make.”
    “That’s … nice,” Jared said, exchanging a quick look with Mel.
    “In fact, I would be happy with anyone as long as they’re handsome,” Sarah added. “I could even make it on a cop’s salary.”
    Jared froze as he reached for the door, risking a look in Mel’s direction and finding the man’s shoulders shaking with silent laughter as he hung his head. “Um … that’s good to know.”
    “Okay,” Sarah said, waving brightly. “I’ll see you around.”
    “I’m sure you will,” Jared said, waiting until he was outside and the door was safely shut before exchanging an incredulous look with Mel. “What was that?”
    “You’d better hope she doesn’t have any of Rosie’s stalker-ish tendencies,” Mel said, chuckling. “I don’t think Harper is going to be happy if she finds that woman hiding in her bushes.”
    “Harper isn’t the only one who wouldn’t be happy with that,” Jared said. “Still … it does sound like Rosie had a bit of a problem when it came to men.”
    “It certainly does,” Mel agreed. “I think that’s definitely the place we need to start.”

Eight
    H arper sat on one of the large rocks at the base of The Landing restaurant and stared out at the lake. The sun was bright overhead, casting shadows in very few places as the heat index grew.
    Harper was frustrated, and the oppressive temperature only had a little to do with it. She was certain Rosie’s ghost was close and yet she couldn’t see her. She could feel the woman, almost as if the ethereal spirit was playing with her peripheral vision, and yet she couldn’t get a clear fix on her location.
    “I know you’re there,” Harper called out, internally thankful the crashing waves were enough to drown out her voice over long distances. “I can feel you. You’re looking at me. You don’t have to be afraid.”
    Harper sat perfectly still for a moment, her breathing even. The flash at the corner of her eye told her she’d been right, and when she swiveled quickly she almost knocked herself over she was moving so fast. “Ha!”
    “Ha, yourself,” Jason said, catching Harper’s arm before she could topple to the sand. “What are you doing?”
    It took Harper a moment to collect herself, color rushing to her cheeks as she realized it wasn’t Rosie she’d been sensing after all. “What are you doing out here?” she sputtered, stalling for time.
    “I’m pretty sure I asked you first,” Jason