Page 59 of Cadaver Lab: Mind Over Murder

“Sure. Let’s hear it.” Natalie forced a watery smile.

“Madam Letisha.” Millie’s words brought Natalie’s eyes up to search for her out of habit.

Feeling foolish staring at nothing, she dropped her gaze again to the mug in her hands.

After an inhale, she repeated, “Madam Letisha?”

Liam came back from tending the fire to stand behind Natalie. His hands on her shoulders, he said, “Your arch nemesis? The psychic you called a fraud on camera? The person who charged Harper a fortune to rid the house of ghosts?”

Agnes grunted as Harper let out a breathy laugh. “That’s the one.”

“Do you still have her phone number?” Natalie looked up at Harper.

Harper’s brows rose. “Yes. It’s still in my cell’s contact list. I never deleted it. Why?”

“Because Millie’s right. As much as I hate to admit it, Letisha might be the only person who I can talk to about this. Maybe she can help.”

“Help do what?” Gabe asked.

“Help figure out why I’m suddenly ghost blind. And what to do about it.”

“Rick says you might as well ask her advice on the brain ghost too while you’re at it,” Gabe relayed.

“And Harriet added her vote to call Letisha,” Millie added. “She said she’s not a bad psychic and she’s actually very good in a crisis. Or at least she was in Utica with that troubled spirit they helped to move on.”

“All right. I guess the votes are in. Letisha it is.” Harper thrust her cell at Natalie. “Here’s her contact. Just tap to connect the call.

Agnes took the tea mug from her, so Natalie’s hands were free as she took Harper’s phone.

She stared at the cell in her hand, second guessing this decision. Second guessing absolutely everything.

Then she hit connect and speaker phone.

Letisha answered on the second ring, saying, “Harper. I’m surprised to hear from you.”

“It’s not Harper. It’s Natalie. Something… happened. I—I can’t see them anymore, Letisha. I can’t see the ghosts. I can’t hear them. Can you help me?” Her voice cracked, the final words barely intelligible from her sobs.

Liam cussed behind her, his grip on her shoulders tightening.

He hated when she cried. He said her tears gutted him. She felt bad about that but she couldn’t help it. Not this time. This loss was too devastating.

She drew in a big snotty breath through her nose as Letisha remained silent on the other end of the call.

Finally Letisha asked, “Where are you?”

“Mudville. In my b—book shop,” Natalie relayed while mopping up the tears with the now saturated tissue.

“I’ll be there first thing in the morning.”

“Really?” Natalie sat up a little straighter.

“Yes. I have an appointment later in the day so it’ll have to be early. Eight a.m.. Have coffee. Cream and sugar.”

“Okay. I will.”

“And I’ll bring pastries,” Harper said leaning toward the phone.

“Good. See you then.”