Free Under a Ghostly Moon (Jerry Moon Supernatural Thrillers Book 1) by William Moore, Beverley Moore Page B

cat I saw but it's an odd place for an animal to start nibbling.  You don't think…?"
    " You're beginning to think that Uri had something to do with this after all?" Sonia's eyes widened.  "He's the obvious culprit, you know. He's had most of us getting a bit of a chilly thrill out of thinking he might just be the real thing ever since he turned up on the scene a few years ago."
    Moon frowned .  "So he's not local?"
    " Well, by all accounts he's lived in Bristol a long time but no, he's foreign, I think he's from Eastern Europe, possibly Russia or even Transylvania.  Which is another thing - that's where the vampires are supposed to come from originally, isn't it?"
    " Well, yes," replied Moon, "and more recently the Cheeky Girls ." His flippancy masked his unhappiness with the turn the conversation was taking.  "You know, love, I may be able to see spirits and talk to the dead and all that but at heart I like to think I'm a rational man.  I've seen enough weird stuff to give me an open mind but only ever in the spirit world.  The idea of some sort of demon-human hybrid that lives on human blood goes a bit off limits even for me.  There are good spirits and bad spirits, yes, just like there are good and bad people, but I've never met what I'd really call a 'demon'... I think I ought to interview Uri and see what my gift has to tell me about him.  He'd be on my list anyway if he's as heavily into the Gothic fantasy lifestyle as you say he is."
    " Well, he'll probably be at the Rest tonight, they tend to come in most nights over the weekend.  Until then," she kissed him, "there are one or two things which are nearly as good as 'you know'..."
     
    After about twenty minutes of something which was very nearly as good as 'you know' and a further ten minutes of basking in the afterglow Sonia turned to Moon and asked, "Do you like shopping, Jerry?"
    Moon frowned .  This wasn't a subject which had normally come up in his limited experience of pillow talk.  "Depends on what sort," he replied, finishing off his mug of cold tea.
    " I mean browsing, you know going round the shops to see what they've got and possibly buying the odd bit of jewellery or piece of clothing."
    Moon was a card carrying window-shopper of long standing but he thought that he'd play the male stereotype for now, hoping that he could pleasantly surprise Sonia when they got out on the streets.  "Well, I'll give it a go.  Not too many clothes shops though, I never know what to say if a girl asks me how they look in something.  My last girlfriend dumped me because I told the truth one time too many.  Day-glow cerise...ugh! God should have been sacked for even imagining that colour."
    " Well, you won't have that problem with me, will you? My colours are black, red, purple and occasionally white; you'd have to lobotomise me before I was seen dead in pink.  Anyway, I was thinking more along the lines of browsing the book and record shops.  There's a good selection down Park Street and in Broadmead.  Most of the larger ones are open on a Sunday."
    " Okay, why not?" Moon smiled, "it might help take our minds off last night."
    " Oh, don't remind me!" Sonia grimaced.  "Poor Dominic, he was a nice kid, you know, had a really dry sense of humour..."
    Moon remembered Dominic making a joke of his own corpse.  "Still has if last night was anything to go by," he smiled.
    " Oh!" A look of shocked anger flitted over Sonia's face for a second before the truth hit her.  "Yes, I suppose if you believe people don't really die it must give you a very different perspective on death."
    " There's no 'believe' about it, darling, I'm subjected to it on a daily basis." Moon tried to convey the frustration of his relationship with the dead to her.  "Some people say that dying is like a person going into another room.  Me, I wish they bloody well would go into another room occasionally instead of harassing me with their problems."
    Sonia was lost in thought for what seemed