Free Daisy's Chain: A Cozy Ghost Mystery (Storage Ghost Mysteries Book 5) by Gillian Larkin

Storage Ghosts
     
    Daisy’s Chain
     
    Chapter 1
     
    “What
are you squinting at? You’ll give yourself even more wrinkles.”
    Grace
looked at her brother and said, “I’m not squinting, I’m looking.”
    Frankie
came to stand at her side.  “You were definitely squinting, do you need
glasses? There’s nothing to be ashamed of, your eye sight gets worse as you get
older.”
    Grace
frowned at him. “I wasn’t squinting, I don’t need glasses and you’re older than
me!”
    Grace
had been looking around the shop hoping to see a ghost, the ghost of an elderly
lady called Pearl.
    Frankie
folded his arms and gave a satisfied nod towards the shelves. “It’s nice to see
the shelves full, isn’t it. Mum and Dad would have been proud. And we’re
actually making a profit. You can use some of our money to buy glasses, don’t
get ones that make you look like an old woman.”
    Grace
ignored his last comment. “Mum and Dad would have been proud, I’m proud of you.
I wasn’t sure about this locker buyer business but you’ve made it work.”
    A
glassy look came over Frankie’s face and he gazed into the distance. “Sylvester
says I’m a natural. And he should know,  he’s been to millions of auctions.”
    Grace
doubted it was millions but she wasn’t going to say anything negative about
Frankie’s hero, the great Sylvester Sylver, the American auctioneer that they’d
met at the storage locker auctions. Grace liked Sylvester too but not in the
almost stalker like way that her brother did.
    She
casually asked, “How many visitors have you had to your site now?”
    Frankie
turned to her and beamed. “Over two thousand! Can you believe that? Ever since
I put those videos up of Sylvester working in his office it’s gone mad! I
didn’t know he had so many fans in England.”
    Grace
had a sudden image of Frankie wearing a T shirt proclaiming that he was
Sylvester’s number 1 fan. She shook her head, better not mention that to
Frankie, he’d be online in a second getting one made. She said, still as
casually as she could, “Have you taken any more videos of the shop recently?”
    Frankie
took his phone out of his pocket. “I took one yesterday, just a short one
showing our stock on the shelves. Just to let my followers know where
everything goes. I haven’t posted it yet.”
    Grace
held her hand out. “Can I have a look?”
    Frankie
narrowed his eyes. “Why are you so interested? Can’t you wait until I post it
online then log onto my site?”
    “I
will log on but I want to see the video now.”
    Frankie
didn’t look convinced.
    Grace
went on. “I’m so proud of all that you’ve achieved, Frankie. Setting up a web
site to help our sales, that was a great idea, I want to support you.”
    Frankie
nodded and handed her the phone. “Yeah, I have done well. Here, you can look.
The video’s quite small, hope your old eyes don’t strain too much.”
    He
gave her a cheeky grin and walked over to the counter. He was soon busy looking
at paperwork.
    Grace
was proud of Frankie and wanted to support him, but that wasn’t the reason why
she wanted to look at the video.
    She
pressed play and held her breath.
    The
video showed the full shelves in the shop;  household goods, bits of jewellery,
the odd antique. Grace wasn’t sure how they would class their shop now, it used
to be an antique shop when their parents owned it. Since their parents had died
and left the shop to Frankie and Grace it had become more of a bits and pieces
kind of shop. It depended on what storage locker they bought as to what ended
up in their shop.
    Grace
squinted at the image. Perhaps she did need glasses. She could hear Frankie
wittering on about something in the video. She glanced up for a second and saw
the real Frankie wittering to himself by the till. Great, two Frankies. Grace
blocked his voice out and concentrated on the video.
    There!
    There
she was!
    Pearl, the ghost who
lived in their shop.
     

Chapter 2
     
    Grace’s