A Spirited Gift

There was only a little damage done to Shayla’s shop—nothing major, but she smiled and let us know that she was right about it. She hovered while Kevin did a few repairs to one of her windows and a warped spot on her door. He told her a professional should come and replace the door later.

I was just glad to be there with them. I thought a crowd might discourage a ghost from making itself known. So far, at least, all my supernatural encounters had occurred while I was alone.

Maybe Shayla’s aura-clearing ritual would help later. I definitely wasn’t eating any meat for a while. Despite my long-held desire to see a ghost, I was more than ready to get rid of this one.

It was starting to get dark by the time we finished tidying up Shayla’s shop. The sun was setting—which meant Kevin and I needed to get back. I was dreading the coming night.

“Do you need any help over there?” Shayla asked. “I’ve been a hostess at a restaurant before. I could do something along those lines.”

“All we really need is a dishwasher,” I said. “The job’s yours if you want it.”

She made a face. “I don’t think I want to do that. It’s not that I can’t—it’s just something I hate doing. I guess I’ll wander back home and try to find out what’s haunting you, Dae.”

“Don’t you mean who?” I asked.

“Not always. There are entities that have nothing to do with human beings. I hope one of them didn’t latch on to you.” She shivered. “They can be pretty nasty.”

“Thanks for telling me that now!”

“Don’t worry. Whoever or whatever decided to follow you—I’ll get rid of them. And that’s not to say getting the mud out of your aura won’t work. It’ll be fine.”

With a little wave of her mocha-colored hand, she swept down the boardwalk toward the parking lot.

“Don’t let her get to you.” Kevin put his arm around my shoulder. “She’s just playing with you.”

I felt as if I should be the one saying that to him. I’d known Shayla longer and I realized she liked to play games. “Thanks. I’m feeling a little like a mouse to her cat right now.”

He laughed as we walked more slowly behind Shayla toward the parking lot. “I think you’re probably just jumpy from everything that’s happened. Get a good night’s sleep tonight and you’ll be fine tomorrow. If you want, I can dance around and chant a little, like Shayla.”

“That’s okay.” I stared down from the boardwalk into the parking lot where several EMS vehicles were gathered. “I wonder what’s going on down there.”

“Let’s find out.”

All of the emergency workers were from Duck. Their exhaustion showed on their smudged faces. A few of them—Phil De Angelo from the Coffee House and Bookstore, Luke Helms, a retired attorney who’d recently moved here, and Barney Thompson from the Sand Dollar Jewelry Store—nodded to me. Cailey Fargo, the fire chief, was outlining some kind of rescue plan they were all about to embark on.

“Need some help?” Kevin asked when Cailey was finished.

“Yeah, I’d say so.” Cailey smiled and thanked him. “I hope everything is okay over at the Blue Whale. It must be since Dae’s here.”

Kevin gave her a brief account of Sandi’s death. She nodded and told him the problem they were facing on Duck Road. “Some man is trapped in his van. A transformer fell on top of the vehicle. We’re scrambling for manpower as it is. I grabbed these fellas out of their homes to help me with this.”

“I’ll be glad to do what I can,” Kevin said.

“Me too,” I added with a bright smile. “I don’t know a lot about emergency work, but I can drive or fetch equipment.”

“You’re hired!” Cailey slapped me on the shoulder. “Let’s get going. It’s gonna be dark real soon. I managed to get a generator and one flood light so we can work, but that’s about it.”

I drove one of the smaller vehicles with Cailey beside me. Kevin rode with Phil and Barney in the lead. Everyone else followed behind us. Cailey was working the radio trying to find a paramedic in case the man in the van was injured.

The crash site was easy to spot, even in the deepening twilight with no streetlights. The van had smashed into the power pole, and the transformer was sending showers of sparks across it and into the street. We all found places to park along the road and walked to where an EMS worker from Corolla was already on the scene

“Have you been able to communicate with the driver at all, Dwight?” Cailey asked.

“Not yet,” he told her. “We can’t get close. We need someone to cut the lines to the transformer so we can move it off the vehicle.”

Cailey surveyed the transformer. “Did you try the power company?”

“A dozen times,” Dwight said. “Their emergency lines went down about two hours ago. We’re on our own out here, Chief.”

Cailey looked around at her dirty, exhausted crew. “I don’t know what to say, boys. We’re not supposed to touch that equipment without someone here from the power company. Any suggestions?”

“Have you got the tools to cut it?” Barney asked. “I’ll step over there and take it out.”