Tart and Owen followed us around back. “This door was locked last time we were here.”
Roan grabbed the handle. “Let’s see if it’s still that way.” He gave a good tug, and the door opened.
Tiny’s hulking ghost-body filled the frame. “What’ve we got here?” he asked in his high-pitched whine.
I thumbed toward Tart and Owen. “These are the folks I told you about.”
Tiny turned to another spirit. “Let’s grab ’em.”
Before Tart and Owen could move, ghostly hands nabbed them.
Tart squealed. “Let me go!”
“Blissful,” Owen said, “what’s the meaning of this?”
I crossed my arms. “You tell me,Henry. Why did you and Mary lie about being my parents? Were you going to use me to do your evil business? Is that what you wanted?”
“Of course not, Blissful,” Tart pleaded. “We love you.”
“I’m not buying your lies,” I said.
“It’s for the best,” Henry as Owen said. “We need your gifts.” His gaze shot to Roan. “Both of yours. You’d be a wonderful addition to our collection.”
A chill ran down my spine. I shot Roan a look. Anger burned in his eyes.
“Yourcollection?” he spat. “You two deserve everything you get.”
My gaze flickered to Tiny. “Shut the door.”
The door slammed shut, trapping the two imposters inside a bar full of living-hating ghosts.
I dusted my hands and headed back to my truck.
Anita Tucker met us there. She cocked her head. “They inside?”
I nodded. “Yep. But you may want to leave them there for a few minutes. Get them after they’ve been jostled around a bit.”
“Thank you for leading us to them. We’ve been searching for those two a long time.”
I cocked a brow. “How did I not know that?”
Anita smiled coyly. “You don’t know everything that goes on at the Ghost Team. Some of our operations may have been less than honest, but when it comes to saving clairvoyants from bad folks, that was something your father was passionate about—and Mary and Henry Fletcher are the worst of the worst.”
“Thanks, Anita.”
I moved to enter my truck.
“Blissful?” she called.
I glanced over my shoulder. “Yes?”
Anita smiled. “No hard feelings, huh?”
I smiled in return. “No hard feelings.”
Roan wrapped an arm around my waist as we walked the last few steps to the truck. “Looks like you’ve done good.”
I shot him a big smile. “We’re not finished yet.”
