Free Landon: Justice Series ― Erotica Paranormal Romance by Kathi S. Barton

this way.”
    “You like it this way, or you all do?” The man looked confused. “You’re going to have to go elsewhere to stay. This place is going to be renovated soon, and with all the problems you guys are causing, it’s not going to work out for them.”
    “I don’t care. I like it here.” The ghost started forward to no doubt run though him when Landon lifted his hand. It was just a way to ward off someone, but the ghost stopped as if he’d really done it. “Let me go.”
    Landon looked at Mitch, who was staring at him too. The ghost was caught in his hold, like he’d wrapped him up in a chain. As he stood there struggling with it, Landon tried to think how the hell he’d just done that. Turning to Mitch, he thought for sure it was him.
    “What just happened? Did you do this?” Mitch shook his head. “I’m not doing it. Do you suppose...? I have no idea what to think. Are you sure you’re not holding him?”
    “Nope, it’s not me, Landon.” Mitch grinned before he elaborated. “I think that you’ve met your match. As in the woman that you’re in love with is your other half.”
    “No.” Mitch laughed. “I just met her. How the hell can she be...? We’re just people, we don’t have mates.”
    “I didn’t say mate, I said match. I was talking to Connie about things the other week, and she was telling me—”
    “Hello? Let me go, whoever is doing this, and then I want you to leave. Then I want to know when these beings are leaving us to our privacy.” Both he and Mitch looked at the man as he struggled harder against whatever bond was holding him. “Let me go right now. Then we’d like you to have them stop doing what they’re doing and leave us alone. I want this wall put back up too. We can’t stand having all you people moving in and out of here like you own the place. Now. Get to it.”
    Mitch put his fingers in his mouth and whistled. It was loud and full of energy that made Landon laugh. When everyone turned in his direction, including the ghosts, he smiled. It wasn’t the kind that he reserved for friends, either.
    “Now. This is what we’re going to do. If you are living, or think you are, stand to my right. The rest of you to my left.” It took ten minutes to get the people moving and where they thought they should have been. All of the ghosts, including the man they’d been talking to, were standing on the right hand side.
    “We have to figure this out.” Mitch nodded and asked him if he had any suggestions. “Yeah, we tell them. Get their names first, then look up how or when they passed, then tell them. Or show them. But that guy there, he’s first.”
    “Randall Phillips. That’s two ‘l’s’ in both names.” Landon keyed the name into the small computer he was using when the man spoke to him. “But I don’t know why you think this is necessary. I’m not going anywhere. And I might be dead according to your records, but I’m very much alive and here.”
    Ignoring the man, he brought up the information that he needed and looked at the man. “You killed yourself.” Randall shrugged. “And it says here that when the police went to your house to tell your lovely wife, you’d killed her and your youngest son. Not a nice person, are you?”
    “So what? What’s done is done, and I had my reasons for this. But that does not negate the fact that you are trespassing. When you leave, I expect you to have these walls returned to the way they once were as well.” His name was added to the list by the police that were helping them sort things out. Landon looked around. He had a picture of the family now, and wondered if his family was here as well. But Randall stepped in front of him. “You are to leave them alone. You have no business meddling in my life.”
    Landon saw her then. She was talking to Hugh and looking decidedly confused. When he started toward her, Randall in tow, he knew that this wasn’t going to go well for either of them. The woman had a