Free Ghost Huntress Book 6: The Journey by Marley Gibson Page A

me.
    Is something following us?
    Not us.  Him.
    I open my eyes and glance across the room.  Christian is sitting in a large velvet chair staring off at nothing.  He appears to be in a trance that has Oliver and Lady Hewitt completely fascinated.
    “Let’s do some EVP work,” Celia suggests.
    “I’ll set up my cameras,” Taylor adds.
    As our team settles into the sitting room, Oliver lowers the lights.  Taylor clicks on the infrared illuminator lights on her video camera so the night vision can record our investigation.  Jason plops down into a chair and holds a digital recorder that Celia has given him.  At least he’s participating and not being a bump on a log, like usual.
    Patrick squeezes my hand and smiles at me.  “You okay?  Ready for this?”
    “Yeah, I’m fine.”
    But it’s a lie.  Not a deliberate one.  Immediately, my psychic headache begins to pound out in my temple.  It’s as though it’s rush hour in my veins and all the blood is zooming to be anywhere else right now.  I wince.  I cringe.  I shudder.
    “No, you’re not fine,” Patrick says quietly.  He places his finger under my chin and lifts my eyes to his.  I meet his dark brown gaze and nearly want to melt at the concern pouring from him.
    “There’s someone here.”
    He nods.  “I feel it too.”
    Over his shoulder, I begin to see an apparition materializing.  First, I see it’s the figure of a woman, thin and tall.  Next, I notice blond hair framing a beautiful ivory profile.  Distinctive nose.  Noble chin.  She comes into full view standing next to Lady Hewitt’s fireplace.
    I nearly choke on my gasp.  “It can’t be…”
    Patrick turns.  “I don’t see anything.”
    I’m overcome with a sudden awe as I swear I’m staring at the ghost of the deceased Princess Diana of Wales.  I want to be a professional.  I want to remain calm and in investigative mode, but I can’t do it.
    “Holy shit!” I exclaim, getting everyone’s attention.  “You guys, you won’t believe this, but Princess Di is standing right over there.”  I point at the fireplace.
    The ghost turns her head and smiles directly at me with her prim mouth turned up at the corner.
    “No way!” Celia shouts as Taylor flips her camera to focus on the mantle.
    Lady Hewitt inhales quickly.  “The princess did live just over the way in Kensington Palace.  I had the pleasure of meeting her once when she was out strolling with her boys.  Lovely woman.  What a tragic loss for England.”
    “But she’s right here!” I say, geeking out.
    “Talk to her, Kendall,” Oliver advises.
    Patrick laughs and nudges me ahead toward the specter.
    Not knowing how to react, I curtsey.  The ghost chuckles at me and covers her mouth with her hand.  “Thank you,” she says.
    “Oh, my God, Princess Diana.  I’m, like, a huge fan of yours.  I’m so in awe of everything you did in your life, especially all of the charity work.”
    The ghost dips her eyes demurely at the compliment as the rest of the team surrounds me with camera and digital recorders.
    “Are you in pain?” I ask.
    “No, dear.”
    “What happened that fateful night in Paris?  In the Pont de Alma tunnel?”
    She doesn’t respond.
    I push, though.  “You died in a horrible car accident.”
    The princess nods.  “The accident happened very quickly.  My pain has been forgotten.”
    From across the room, Christian apparently can’t stand that I’m conversing with a famous British ghost.  He tugs out one of his Ouija boards and crosses over to where I am.  He sits down on the floor in front of where the princess is standing and lays the board on the floor.
    “Jayne, I need you,” he says calmly.  She scuttles over quickly and sits next to him.
    Incredulously, I say, “I’m sort of in the middle of a conversation here, Christian.”
    He doesn’t care or even acknowledge me.  Instead, he places his hands on the planchette as Jayne does the same.  “I’d like to