Free A Walk on the Haunted Side (Haunted Tour Guide Mystery Book 2) by Rose Pressey

them were Hank and Cady. How had Sandra ended up with the ticket? She had to have gotten it from Hank or Cady. That was a scary thought. That meant she had to have been around Hank last night.
    Just then someone grabbed my shoulder from behind. I jumped and spun around.
    Tammy held her hands up. “Whoa. Are you okay?”
    I moved the paper in front of Tammy. “Look what I found.”
    She squinted, trying to see the ticket. “You’re moving it too fast. I can’t see what it is. What are you doing over here by the door? What is it?”
    “It’s a ticket for the tour. I think Sandra dropped it.”
    She stared. “And?” 
    “There’s just one problem.” I waved the ticket again.
    “What’s that?” Tammy asked.
    “She didn’t buy a ticket for the tour last night.”
    Tammy’s eyes widened. “What does that mean?”
    “She took it from Hank.”
    Tammy swallowed hard and then asked, “Does that mean she killed him?”
    “Not really, but I have to ask her about it. I’ll be able to tell if she’s lying, right?” I shrugged and walked back to the desk. “I don’t know what to think. But I’d better figure it out soon before Mrs. Agnew fires me. She thinks I had something to do with Hank’s murder.”    
    Tammy leaned against the counter. “You have to do something, Ripley. I don’t want another librarian here.”
    I glanced at the computer screen. No new librarians! Annie had left another message.
    “I don’t want another librarian here,” I said. “I promise I will do everything I can so that doesn’t happen.”
    Annie and Tammy stared at me as if I should have thought of a way out of this already. Now the pressure was really on me. I had to talk to everyone involved to see if I could find some kind of clues. I couldn’t just come out and ask people if they had murdered Hank.

Chapter 9
     
    This was the first tour I’d given since the murder. It felt weird to go back there now, but I had to continue. After all, it was a graveyard. A thin mist of fog lingered around the edge of the cemetery. Stars were hidden by the fleecy gray clouds. The musty smell of earth surrounded me.
    I would never forget about finding Hank there. It would forever be at the front of my mind when I came here. Maybe no one would even show up for my tours anymore. They would think that taking my tour would actually make them a part of the tour. I would have to add a new tagline to my brochure. Take the tour where you may end up a ghost too. That didn’t sound like something people would be anxious to sign up for.
    I stood at the entrance of the graveyard as I waited for the guests to arrive. It seemed spookier than usual. It was probably because of what had just happened. That would make anyone anxious.
    I spotted movement to my right and glanced over. The people for the tour had shown up and were headed my way. Relief fell over me when I realized I wasn’t totally out of business yet. By the glances around and the fidgeting, the people looked as if they were eager to get started too.
    “I was worried we didn’t have the right spot,” one of the women said in a loud voice.
    “This is the place. Welcome to Devil’s Moon Haunted Tour,” I said with a smile. “Tonight I will guide you through shadowy alleys, take you into darkened corridors and share with you ghostly tales from around town. Step back in time with me and be on the lookout for spirits from beyond. This town is not without its tragedies.”
    The group gathered around me and I was all set to start the tour. That was when I noticed someone else walking toward us. She stepped through the fog like a mysterious figure in the night. Sandra was staring as she headed my way. Her expression was emotionless with her dark eyes in a blank stare. She wore a dark coat and black scarf around her head which added to the spookiness factor. She’d already scared the group. That or they thought she was part of the show. I definitely hadn’t expected to see her. I