The Ghosts of Cragera Bay (11 page)

Warlow’s eyes glinted like blue ice, his face turning hard as granite. “I did not make anything up. I know the story that woman claims to be true, but I find her timing suspect.”

Declan’s gaze narrowed. “You don’t want me to speak to them, do you?”

“I assure you, it makes no difference to me one way or the other. But I promise you, once you do contact them, they’ll be here sniffing for their share.”

Maybe, maybe not. He’d been here a week and a half already, their father dead nearly two months. If they wanted their part of the estate, where were they?

A shrill scream tore through the quiet. For a moment, he blinked, trying to process what he’d heard, where it had come from. Mrs. Voyle. He jumped to his feet and tore down the hall to the kitchen, Warlow right behind him.

When he entered the room, Mrs. Voyle stood up against the cabinets on the other side of the stove with her hand pressed to her mouth as if to physically hold back a scream. Smoke billowed from the eggs burning in the pan.

“Iola,” Warlow said sharply and the housekeeper jumped. “What’s happened?”

She faced them slowly, her face white as a sheet and a thin sheen of sweat turning her skin shiny.

“Are you all right?” Declan asked. He switched off the stove, then pushed the pan off the hot burner.

“I thought I saw…” Her voice trailed away, her gazed fixed on something over Declan’s shoulder. “I couldn’t have, though. It must have been a trick of the light.”

“What did you see?” he asked, taking the woman’s hand and leading her to one of the chairs at the kitchen table.

She lowered herself slowly into the seat. “Nothing.” Her voice was high and thready. “I don’t feel well, I’m afraid.”

Declan poured her a glass of water and pressed it into her hand. She took a small sip before setting it on the table.

“I’m sorry for my behavior,” she said. “I must be coming down with something. Perhaps I should go home.”

“Whatever you need. Hugh or I can drive you.” She still looked pale and shaken, and in no condition to drive.

She shook her head and stood. “I’ll be fine. No need trouble to yourselves. I am sorry for any inconvenience, Mr. Meyers.”

“It’s fine, as long as you’re all right.”

She assured them she was, took her coat from the hook in the utility room and hurried out the back door.

“That was strange,” Declan said, as her blue hatchback pulled away from the courtyard.

“Indeed,” Warlow agreed. “In all the years she’s worked here, I don’t believe Iola Voyle has ever taken a sick day.”

Chapter Nine

Declan and Hugh Warlow managed to avoid each other for most of the day. While Declan had spent most of it catching up on work he was missing, he had no idea what the butler had been doing until the man knocked at his bedroom door to tell him Carly had arrived and he’d left her in the parlor.

Declan glanced at his watch as he went downstairs. She was an hour earlier than they had arranged.

In the parlor, Carly stood at the window out over the water beneath the rapidly darkening sky, her expression distant, almost dreamy. He stopped just inside the doorway, the sight of her catching him like a punch to the stomach. She was beautiful in the golden glow of the sinking sun. Warm light fell over the gentle lines of her face—the soft angle of her jaw, narrow nose and slightly pointed chin. His gaze followed the flow of her caramel hair down her slender back to her dark blue jeans fit snug against her ass.

She turned and smiled at him. His heart thudded. He wanted.

“Despite everything,” Carly said. “Stonecliff has a lovely view.”

She had no idea. He cleared his too-tight throat as he moved to stand beside her. “Do you think so?”

Her grin widened. “Don’t you?”

Through the glass, tangled, overgrown lawn rolled out to a crumbing stone retaining wall at the edge of the cliff. Past the drop, the waves stretched out deep blue and infinite. Billowy clouds swept across the indigo sky pinkish orange from the reflected sunset.

Maybe she was right, and Stonecliff at least had a pretty view going for it. He’d just been so wrapped up in red-eyed shadows and burned women he hadn’t noticed.

“I’m early,” she told him, then turned away from the window and picked up the neatly folded clothes he had given her to wear. “Here you are, freshly laundered.”

He frowned. “You didn’t have to wash these. Does the village have a Laundromat?”

“As a matter of fact, no. Mrs. Leonard’s daughter-in-law let me use their machine.”

“Where’s Andy?” he asked.

“He’s coming on his own in a bit. He wanted to get something to eat first, and I wanted a chance to speak to you alone about last night.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Which part?”

Pink crept into her face. He did like when he could shake up that composed exterior. “The part where you kissed me. I shouldn’t have let that happen.”

Disappointment blew through him like a cold wind. “You said you wanted me to.”

“I do…I did, but I shouldn’t have allowed it to happen.”

Jealousy flared in his chest. “Are you involved with someone?”

She snorted as if the suggestion were ridiculous. “No, I’m not, but you own the property I’m investigating and you’re taking part as a test subject. For there to be something beyond that between us would be unprofessional.”

He wanted to kiss her again. Kiss her and a whole lot more, actually, which wasn’t fair. He was leaving in a matter of days. Still, he heard himself ask, “What does anything between us have to do with investigating Stonecliff for ghosts?”

Her lips thinned, nostrils flaring slightly. He’d pissed her off. “I’m investigating claims of phenomena, not ghosts, and to do that I need to observe impartially. I may not be able to remain unbiased if we’re involved.”

“I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit.”

She shot him a wry smirk. “How was your day? Any new activity?”

So she thought she’d try the old subject change. That was fine, but they’d revisit the previous one if he had his way.

“No.” Then he thought of Mrs. Voyle and frowned. “Well, maybe.”

He sank onto the sofa, while she sat in the chair opposite, and told her about the housekeeper holding back a scream and her reaction when they found her in the kitchen.

“Did she see something?” Carly asked.

Declan shrugged. “She started to say that she had, but then insisted she just wasn’t well and wound up going home early. Incidentally, this is the woman’s first sick day—ever.”

“Do you think it could have been the shadow man?” she asked, digging out her notepad from her bag.

He shook his head. “I don’t think it was dark enough.”

“The burned woman?”

“I have no idea. Maybe the burned woman, maybe she saw a mouse.”

“It’s interesting. Last night I asked her if she’d experienced anything unusual at Stonecliff and she said she hadn’t.”

“But?”

“She wouldn’t meet my eyes when she denied it. I felt she wasn’t being entirely honest, but what’s really interesting is there seems to be a shift going here, an increase in activity. It was notable in Eleri’s interviews as she’s lived here the longest, so she’s experienced the most haunt phenomena.”

“Like what?” he asked, even though a part of him didn’t want to know.

“She had numerous shadow people experiences in the cellar, her room, her father’s sitting room, anywhere the light was low enough for it to manifest. But aside from it terrifying her, it never interacted physically, and except for hearing a child’s laugh from time to time, she never experienced any other phenomena, until this year.”

“What changed?” he asked.

She lifted her hands and shrugged. “I couldn’t say, but this past spring she found herself trapped in a stairwell, the light went out on its own and a door without a lock wouldn’t open. Trapped in the dark, a shadow person manifested. Mrs. Voyle let her out, and all of a sudden the door opened just fine and the light worked again. But before they switched on the light, Mrs. Voyle was standing practically right on top of the shadow person and had no idea it was there. Your sister Brynn heard footsteps and was pushed down the stairs, not unlike what sent me into the bog yesterday.”

He shook his head. “I think I’m missing your point.”

“Eleri lived here off and on for twenty-nine years and until this spring she never had a physical experience—both your sisters did. Mrs. Voyle had never seen anything unusual at Stonecliff until recently. This is an assumption, but if she’d witnessed phenomena in the past, I don’t think she would have been so upset she had to go home.”

“What does that mean, though?”

“This is pure speculation, I have no physical proof.” Her serious gray gaze held his.

“Speculate away.”

“I think whatever is here is gaining strength, building toward something.”

* * *

Declan sat on the chair behind the desk in his room, watching Carly and Andy set up for tonight’s investigation. Despite the cold dread knotting his gut, he couldn’t help but admire their quick efficiency, setting up meters and cameras and voice recorders like they had at The Devil’s Eye yesterday.

“We’re set,” Andy said, after checking one of the cameras. “I’ll go down. Radio me when you’re ready to start.” He patted the two-way radio on his belt.

Carly nodded. “We should be set to go in ten minutes.”

Once Andy had gone, Carly turned to him. “Tonight things will go a little differently than last night. If you see the shadow man, I want you to say so as soon as you do. There’s no guarantee that I’ll see it, so I’ll need you to tell me what it’s doing. We’re looking to see first if the shadow will manifest, then if it will interact with either of us.” She pointed to a webcam mounted on the edge of his wardrobe. “Andy will be monitoring from downstairs. I’ll be here with you.”

He wasn’t sure if that last bit was somehow meant to be comforting. “How will Andy be able to see anything in the dark?”

“It’s infrared.”

“You’ve thought of everything, I guess.”

“Right then, I’m going to switch them off.” She crossed the room and pressed the button. The room went black and chill slithered through him. He heard the click of Carly’s radio before she said, “Andy we’ve started.”

“I can see you,” Andy’s tinny voice hissed from the speaker.

She sighed and he heard the crinkle of his covers as she sank onto the edge of the bed. “And now we wait.”

* * *

Silence stretched between them as the minutes ticked by. How many hours would she be willing to wait for this thing to show up? He suspected probably all night. A part of him, the part that remembered looking into those terrible red eyes he hoped he’d never see again, wanted the thing to show up now so he could get it over with.

“Why did you choose my room for tonight?” Declan asked, mostly just to make the time go by faster than out of any real interest.

“Because you’ve witnessed it here twice, it made sense to try this room first.”

“I wondered if maybe Brynn or Eleri had experienced it more often in other rooms.”

“If memory serves, Brynn’s only experience was in her room. Eleri had multiple experiences around the house, mostly in the cellar and her bedroom.”

“Why would she have been down in the cellar?” If anywhere in Stonecliff should be haunted, it was there. Stone walls, low timber ceilings, and flickering bare bulbs that never quite lit the entire space. While he’d been down there checking the condition of the foundation, faint scratching and scurrying from the shadowy darkness filled his ears. No doubt the noises had just been mice or other vermin tucked into the walls. However, he couldn’t shake the image of his dead ancestors, or the murdered men, fighting to claw their way free of the gritty dirt floor.

“Meris James used to lock her down there when she was a child. In a strange twist, Meris fell down those same stairs and died years later.”

Declan’s stomach twisted. “Meris was one of Arthur’s wives?”

“Number three—Brynn’s mother. The woman wasn’t right. She tried to drown her own daughter at The Devil’s Eye when Brynn was three, then claimed Eleri was responsible. No one witnessed what had happened and Brynn had been too young to identify her mother. That’s when Brynn was sent to her grandparents. It wasn’t until Brynn came back here and remembered what had happened that Eleri was finally cleared of the crime.”

Declan shook his head. “Sounds like Arthur had great taste in women.”

“Actually, he had terrible luck in his marriages. Before Meris, he’d been married to Eleri’s mother, Enid James. She
fell
from the cliffs, but most people suspect suicide. Arthur was already involved with Meris when Enid died.”

“Given that Meris tried to kill her own kid, maybe she tried to get rid of the competition.” He remembered what Warlow said about women not doing well at Stonecliff. Is this what he had meant? “You said you met Eleri?”

Declan’s eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough to see Carly’s outline at the end of his bed. “I did, her and Kyle both. I interviewed them about their experiences here. Kyle didn’t experience anything supernatural during his stay. I suspect it was because he was staying at the lodge, and his dealings with Stonecliff and The Devil’s Eye were very limited. Though, he very nearly became one of the bodies hauled out of the bog.”

Declan stared at her blankly. As if sensing his confusion, Carly pressed on. “Kyle Peirs was a reporter for a tabloid magazine. You know the sort—celebrity scandals, alien sightings. A few years back, he came to Cragera Bay and wrote a series of articles about Eleri as a suspect in the disappearances. Most of them were terribly unflattering and out-and-out slanderous. Then the stories stopped and most people assumed he’d moved on. In truth, he’d been attacked by the same people murdering men at The Devil’s Eye and by some fluke he managed to get away.”

“Why didn’t the police put a stop to the murders then?”

Carly shrugged. “I don’t know all the details, but from what I understand he’d been drugged and didn’t remember who was responsible.”

He frowned. “You said you interviewed them both. Are they a couple?”

“I think they’re engaged. She was wearing a ring when I saw her.”