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

a description of height and clothes, but it was all a blur, as my ankle was now throbbing so painfully that I felt I might burst into tears.
    “Do you feel up to coming down to the station to make a statement?” the female officer asked me.
    I jumped to my feet, or rather, foot. “Yes!” I said, altogether too eagerly, and ignoring the sharp pain in my ankle.
    I didn’t think I’d be able to walk to my car, and a thought occurred to me. “I’m not from around these parts, and my foot is sore,” I said. “Could you take me to the police station and then give me a ride back to my car?”
    The officers seem to think that was a normal request and readily agreed, much to my relief. The pain in my ankle was growing steadily worse, and I was worried that it was broken, after all. A broken ankle would put an end to all my stake outs. What rotten luck.
    Then it occurred to me—what if it had nothing to do with luck? What if it wasn’t a random mugging after all? What if the mugger had targeted me specifically? But what would he hope to gain? I had no idea.
    I had to protest a couple more times that I didn’t need to see a doctor. Presently, we pulled up outside an imposing brick and glass building. There to my delight, out the front of the building, were the words Oxley Grove Police Station on a big blue and white sign at the top of a huge blue pole.
    Could my attack have been a blessing in disguise? I had hoped to stake out the front of the Oxley Grove Police Station, but now, I was actually inside. I couldn’t have been happier.
    I was presently even happier, because as soon as I hobbled in the entrance of the police station, a uniformed officer walked past me. From behind the desk, one of his colleagues called out, “Hey, Summers! You forgot this.”
    Constable Summers turned back to the man with a smile. I took a good look at him, and was sure I would recognize him again. Maybe my luck had changed.
    Later that night, I wasn’t so quite happy. I was lying on my couch, my ankle elevated and covered with ice packs. I was full of Advil and wine, perhaps not the recommended combination, but it had the desired effect. It had been a difficult drive home with my foot. I hadn’t seen a doctor, but I was fairly certain that my ankle wasn’t broken. It was taking my weight better as time wore on, although it was still quite painful.
    At any rate, my foot was improving to the degree where I didn’t think it would hinder any future stake outs. And although my stake out attempt today had been thwarted, I had indeed had a good look at Constable Summers himself. Now all I had to do was follow him to the safe house and rescue Alum.
     
     

Chapter 12
     
    I was awoken the following morning by the insistent tone of my phone. I groggily reached for it and answered it. As soon as I heard my agent’s voice, I knew it was big trouble. William very rarely called—he generally only emailed.
    “Prudence, I have some bad news. Everyone has canceled!”
    I struggled to sit up in bed and both cats meowed in protest as I did so. “What?” I said in my best No You Didn’t Wake Me Up voice.
    “Yes, I’m afraid it’s true,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
    “Tonight, too?” I said.
    William didn’t speak for a moment, so I prepared myself for the worst. “No, not tonight. It’s going ahead, but Prudence, I’m awfully sorry to say that I don’t have anything else booked for you now.”
    “Thanks anyway, William, for all your help,” I said wearily. “I’ll just have to think of another source of income.” I had visions of walking twenty dogs at once on my way to thrift stores where I would buy interesting bits of china for a pittance and sell them for fifty times as much on eBay. I should be so lucky!
    William was still apologizing. “I’m doing my best, really I am. I’ll keep pushing for more shows for you. And this is just a suggestion, and I won’t get any royalties from this, but the highway runs through your town,