Free Tamsyn Murray-Afterlife 01 My So-Called Afterlife by Tamsyn Murray Page A

persuade the psychics to let a TV crew film there. What’s she doing here?’
    ‘Following Jeremy.’ I shook my head, unease crawling through me. ‘I’ve got a bad feeling about this. We’d betterwarn him before he does anything stupid.’
    Elvira had obviously seen him head down into the toilets. She was peering down the stairs, craning her neck to see better and getting a few odd looks from the people passing by. We crept past her and headed down to meet Jeremy.
    He smiled when he saw me. ‘Hi. Been out?’
    Ordinarily, this would have earned him a sarcastic remark for stating the obvious. I was way too worried for that. In silence, I put one finger to my lips. ‘Elvira is waiting for you outside,’ I whispered. ‘I think she’s tailing you. Has she said anything about me lately?’
    Jeremy shook his head. Ryan climbed halfway up the stairs to see if she was still there.
    ‘She’s gone,’ he said as he came back down.
    Jeremy looked mystified. ‘What on earth would she be doing here?’
    It was obvious, at least to me. ‘She suspects you of hanging about with ghosts and wants to find out more.’
    Worried, Jeremy said, ‘In that case, I’d better keep away for a while. If she sees me in here too often she’ll know something is up.’
    I tried to hide a triumphant little grin. I was so grateful to Jeremy and liked having him around some of the time, but he was becoming a major gooseberry. A few days without him was exactly what I needed to get down to some serious lip action with Ryan.

Chapter 11
    Unless you’re dead or psychically gifted, you probably have no idea that Leicester Square is haunted by a flasher. I didn’t know either, until I copped an unwanted eyeful as I walked past the enormous Odeon cinema. Grinning like a maniac, he ripped open his grimy beige overcoat in front of me, before speeding away across the square and repeating the process in front of someone else. My mouth dropped open in disgust.
    ‘What’s the matter?’ Noticing I’d stopped, Jeremy turned to look at me.
    I shuddered. ‘Trust me, you don’t want to know.’ I jogged to catch up with him. ‘Where are we going again?’
    ‘St James’s Park. I’ve arranged to meet someone there who might be able to help us.’
    The knock-on effect of Jeremy keeping away from the toilets was that all our arrangements had developed a touch of James Bond. Don’t take that to mean that we started crashing expensive cars or using ingenious little gadgets all the time. It only meant we were more careful about everything. Jeremy now wore a flashing hands-free earpiece whenever we were out and about, allowing him to look as though he was completely normal when he talked to me. At least, as normal as anyone ever looked babbling away to no one. I couldn’t help thinking Jeremy was taking the secrecy thing a bit too far, though. Before I knew it, he’d be talking in code and calling me Moneypenny.
    ‘Is it too much to ask who we’re meeting?’ I asked. If he told me I’d find out when we got there, I decided I might scream.
    ‘Her name is Sarah. There are some striking similarities with your story. I think she might have been stabbed by the same man as you, but she got away.’
    My eyes widened as the words sank in. I was stunned he’d arranged the meeting without asking me. ‘And she agreed to meet you?’
    He gave me a grim nod. ‘She took some convincing. I don’t think she’ll be on her own.’
    Part of me wanted to thump him. I’d made it clear I wasn’t keen to find my killer, and he’d ignored me totally. But I also understood he was trying to help, and now that he’d found someone else the man had hurt, I could hardly refuse to get involved. My anger ebbed away. How muchhad he told this Sarah, anyway? Probably not everything.How would you even begin to start a conversation like that?
Hi, I’m someone you’ve never met and I talk to the ghost of a girl murdered by the same man who attacked you.
I didn’t think