Free The Ghost Who Wanted Revenge (Haunting Danielle Book 4) by Bobbi Holmes Page B

take that to mean I was innocent, and he was wrong. But he just got angrier.”
    “About those charges being dropped. I hope your attorney is wrong. I don’t want to even consider the possibility the DA could still bring new charges against you.”
    “I think she was just being brutally honest. Her job is to consider all the possibilities. And what she said didn’t really come as a big surprise to me. I understand that charges can always be refiled if for some reason they feel Joe isn’t telling the truth or if something else comes up during their investigation.”
    “Oh Dani, how can you say that and sound so calm?” Lily asked.
    Danielle shrugged. “I guess I have to have faith that eventually, everything will work out.”
    Before Danielle could respond, the doorbell rang.
    “That wouldn’t be your nurse, would it?” Danielle asked as she stood up.
    “No. She was already here this afternoon. You were upstairs. I think in the attic.”
    “Wow, she was quick.” Danielle started for the door.
    “Takes less than 40 minutes,” Lily said. “I don’t think it’s Ian. He had that meeting over at Astoria this afternoon.”
    “Just as long…” Danielle called out from the doorway leading to the hallway “…it isn’t the police again!”
    When Danielle answered the front door a few moments later, it wasn’t anyone from the Frederickport Police Department. Nor was it anyone she knew—although he did look somewhat familiar.
    A tall lanky man wearing pressed denims, a crisp white long-sleeved shirt, bolo tie, and cowboy boots and hat, stood on the front porch. She guessed he was about the same age as Lily’s parents.
    “Hello, can I help you?” Danielle greeted cheerfully, trying to place the man.
    “Are you the proprietor?” he asked.
    “Yes I am. What can I do for you?”
    “I was hoping you had a vacancy. I would have called, but I’m afraid I don’t own a cellphone, and no one seems to have pay phones anymore.”
    “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m not taking reservations at this time,” Danielle apologized.
    “I was afraid of that. All full up, huh?”
    “Well actually…” Danielle paused and took a closer look at the man. “You’re Billy Bob Wayne, aren’t you?”
    The man laughed. “Goodness little lady, I certainly never imagine I would be recognized up in these parts!”
    “ You never hear them complain, when they buy a car from Billy Bob Wayne!” Danielle sang.
    “You really do know who I am!” He laughed again.
    “I used to visit a friend of mine who lived in Phoenix, and I remember your commercials. You are something of a celebrity.”
    “Ahh yes, I have to fight off the lovely ladies.” He grinned.
    “Would you like to come in? Maybe I can help you find someplace to stay. I’m Danielle Boatman, by the way. I own Marlow House.”
    Billy Bob Wayne accepted Danielle’s invitation and followed her into the parlor. When he was standing on the front porch, she hadn’t noticed his cane. It wasn’t until they were in the parlor and he was preparing to sit down that she noticed it. That, and the fact he walked with a limp.
    “I’m really sorry to hear you’re full up. I picked up one of your brochures when I got into town. This place sure looks more interesting than the local hotels.”
    “I assume you’re traveling alone—or did you leave someone sitting in your car?” Danielle asked.
    “Oh no, just me.” Billy Bob smiled.
    “The Seahorse Motel is nice, and it’s right on the ocean,” Danielle said. “I could call them for you; see if they have any vacancies.”
    “I really didn’t come here to look at the ocean.” He removed his cowboy hat and set it on his lap.
    “You aren’t here on vacation?” Danielle asked.
    “I suppose I am,” Billy Bob said with a sigh. “I recently retired. Finally getting around to do some traveling.”
    “You don’t have the car dealership anymore?”
    “No. Sold it a few months ago. Figured I’d been doing it long enough.”
    “Is