Free A Ghost in Time (Destiny Bay Cozy Mysteries Book 3) by J. D. Winters Page B

what she’d seen, and soon, if we had any hope of getting anywhere at all. But how was I going to get her to realize that?  
    “Okay then,” I said, and stuck to my driving from then on.

Chapter Ten

    I tried to get Bebe to eat something, since we’d skipped lunch, but it was no go. She decided to rest in her room and I left her to it. But I caught Ginny as she was running by and asked her to keep an eye out for Sami. She said she would, then asked me if I’d heard that Star’s ex-husband was in town.  
    “No. I didn’t even know she had one.”
    “Oh yeah. It was quite a spectacular blowup when that marriage headed over the cliff. So to speak.” She winced and I waved away her apologetic look. “He was a jerk, and so was she, so you can imagine the fireworks that lit the sky at the time.”
    “How long ago was that?”
    “Oh—almost ten years ago now. Wow. Time just melts away, doesn’t it?”
    “Where’s he been?”
    “From what I heard, he’s been up in Alaska, working on the oil rigs or something. Good pay, lousy working conditions. Maybe all that time in the wilderness has calmed him down a bit. He was quite the wild one. Jason Moon is his name. Maybe you’ll run into him, since you’re involved and all.”
    “Maybe.” I waved her goodbye and went back in the house to mull that over. So…Star’s ex-husband was in town. Star and Moon—they should both be run over on principle. Had he just shown up because of her death? Who knew? And what did he hope to gain?
    It was kind of depressing always looking for motives in everyone’s actions. But that was pretty much the name of the game for me these days. Detective work was a real drag in a way. But at the same time, it definitely gave me a direction and a purpose. And that was sort of cool.  
    I went to my room and read for awhile. “ Sleuthing for the Clueless ” was jam-packed with methods and madness. I couldn’t really tell how much was tongue-in-cheek nonsense and how much was serious sleuthing advice. I was going to have to play it by ear.  
    I went out back to check on the parrot and the yard. Aunty Jane was there, staring at me dolefully. I could tell she still held it against me that I didn’t want to learn magic.  
    “It’s just not me,” I told her. “I can’t do things that go against every fiber of my being.”
    “I don’t care nothin’ ’bout your fibers,” she said. “I care ’bout Bebe. I thought you did, too.”
    I groaned and went back in. I made myself a grilled cheese sandwich with the new little hand-held toasted sandwich maker—replica of a 1949 original-that Bebe had found on the internet.  
    Delicious! Crisped just right.  
    But all the time I was thinking about how I really needed to go to the scene of the crime—er..accident—and take a look. I needed to start asking people questions, too. If I was going to do this thing, it was time I went ahead and started.  
    I went out back to ask Aunty Jane to keep an eye on Bebe while I was gone, but she wasn’t there and I just stirred the parrot up. He began a string of foul language at me. I couldn’t tell what the words were, but I could certainly tell they were bad.
    “You goofball,” I told him. “You can yell all you want. I won’t be here to hear it.”
    It wasn’t dark yet. I grabbed a black sweater to pull on. That, with my jeans, should be dark enough, in case I got a chance to skulk around a bit. And then I was off, heading for Starflower’s house.  
    It was only a few minutes away. I turned up the winding road and took it at about forty, what Bebe estimated she was doing at the time, just to see. Sure enough, there was the mirror. I could plainly see the coming road around the bend, as well as the three little roadside lights that lit the way. There would have been plenty of time to jam on the brakes. Or to swerve. How could Bebe have missed it? Even if she’d come around the bend too fast, she surely would have seen Star in time to do