Free Ghost Hunter (The Middle-aged Ghost Whisperer Book 2): (Ghost Cozy Mystery series) by Morgana Best

before, but had put it down to my imagination. After all, white cars are everywhere, so I thought I was mistaken. It wasn’t as if I thought I saw a bright green Audi or a silver BMW following me. This one looked like any common white car, and although I’m not psychic as such, I do have a good measure of women’s intuition.
    When I reached the double lanes just before the Moonbi mountain descent, I slowed down and looked in my rear view mirror, only to see that the white car also appeared to slow down. No one in this district ever really kept to the speed limit, and I was well under. It was suspicious by itself that the car didn’t speed up and try to pass me, as most cars did before going down the mountain. It was easy to burn out one’s brakes going down one of the mountains in the area, and as a result, no one wanted to get stuck behind a slow moving car, given that it was next to impossible to pass.
    I stopped for gas at Moonbi, and kept my eye on the white car when I pulled off the road. It went past at a greater speed, and I made a mental note to watch for it parked on the side of the road when I continued on to Tamworth.
    I went to the restroom at the gas station—stake outs had taught me to take every possible opportunity to use any available restroom—and I resisted the urge to buy coffee.
    I got in my car and drove away and, sure enough, I was sure I saw the white car parked down a side lane at Kootingal. I was past it before I noticed it, and if it hadn’t been for the truck that was far too close behind me, I would have considered going back to investigate. As it was, I decided to push on to Tamworth and keep an eye out for the offending vehicle. After all, it could be quite innocent. White cars are a dime a dozen.
    I turned on the air conditioning. It was always hotter once down the mountain. I drove along to Tamworth, dreading the dreary, boring day I expected to have. Still, the thought of food cheered me up immeasurably. I wanted to get good food, which is why I had resisted the pre-packed sandwiches at the gas station.
    Barbara had told me that there was a very good coffee shop with excellent coffee and wonderful sandwiches, as well as delicious cakes, at a certain location in Tamworth. She didn’t know the address, but had given me directions, poor directions as it turned out. I had googled the place before I’d left home, but it must’ve had a recent name change. Either that, or the owners had no idea how to promote their café on the Internet.
    I drove around and around the crowded Tamworth streets for ages. Finally, I spotted the coffee shop, but there was no parking outside. At least I knew where it was, and so I planned to park at the next available parking place.
    After three more circuits of the block, I decided to park much further away. I wasn’t getting my usual exercise with all the stake outs I’d been doing, so I thought a long walk wouldn’t do me any harm, even though the heat was intense at this time of day.
    I walked the long walk to the coffee shop, fervently hoping that Barbara had not led me astray. I’d hate to go to all this trouble only to get mediocre coffee. Nevertheless, I was fairly confident. Barbara and I did have one thing in common, and that was a liking for really good coffee.
    The café was housed in an old brick building, and when I went inside, the first thing I noticed was that they had packet after packet of T2 tea. I was delighted. These teas were not available locally, and I had to order them online. There is nothing quite like T2 tea.
    The music, however, was quite loud, and was from the sixties. There were people looking in the gift section, but I headed straight for the place where the delightful and compelling scent of coffee was taking me.
    I ordered two large lattes, an avocado and spinach wrap, and some sort of a slice that appeared to be covered with chocolate, and full of sugar. Just the thing one needed on a stake out, I figured. As a nod to