Excerpt of A Ghost of a Clue by Debra Doggett

Rory blew out a breath. “If I tell you yes, I’m messing
with you when I say there were ghosts here tonight then
you’re okay with that. You’re comfortable with it. If I
tell you no, that there really was a ghost, two in fact,
here tonight, then the train derails and you run for the
hills.”

He stared at her for a moment with a thoughtful look on
his face. “Tell me what you believe you saw.”

“The truth?”

Travis nodded. “The truth of what you believe you saw.”

“That’s a very guarded way of putting it.”

“No. It’s a very scientific way of putting it. I can’t
know what to think if I don’t have all the evidence.”

“Fair enough. I saw two ghosts.”

“Whole images?”

“One fairly solid, a little boy and one kind of wavering,
an older woman.”

He watched her face as she said it, and Rory held her
breath, waiting for the sneer that had always accompanied
any talk of her gift in the past. She would be sorry to
see him walk away. Even though it had only been a few
weeks, she realized she’d come to enjoy his company. Part
of her knew she’d been hoping for something more, no
matter how much she told herself she wasn’t going to do
another relationship. Still, it would hurt, and she
steeled herself for the good-bye. At last he nodded.

“Okay, you saw two ghosts.”

“You’re not headed for the door.”

“The kids aren’t packed up yet.” He grinned. “And the
train is still on the tracks, Ms. DuMont. Nothing's
derailed yet."