Emma put the brush down she had been working with and told the students to pack it up for the day. Being a professor of archaeology she was used to digging in the ground but these days she was digging on her own property. When she first came here to Missouri to settle her grandmothers estate she had no idea she would end up staying. She also hadn’t expected when they were looking for her grandmother’s, three times removed, grave that she would hit on a small Indian campsite and now she was up to her elbows with a bunch of students digging into prime farmland that she owned.
Emma looked out over the field that lay between her and the house. Up until last year this fifteen acre field had been farm land. Now it lay open and unused. At times she felt a little selfish about it not being farmed. She hoped that in the not too distant future she would be able to reforest the fields around the house. So much of the wind breaks and small forested areas were being cleared for the large farming company’s. The wildlife was fast losing their natural habitats and she found that unacceptable.
Returning her attention to the two approaching figures Emma took her gloves off and went to meet Steve and Alison. She wanted to get them back to the house before they dropped a bomb on her.
Passing Steve she said. “To the house?”
Steve gave a positive response and they all headed in that direction.
Emma went straight to the kitchen sink to wash her hands and after she was finished she turned to the two who had followed her in. “OK you two, what gives?”
“Connors is out of the hospital.” Steve only managed to get this out through clenched teeth.
“Yeah, he got out this morning.” Alison was really pissed and not bothering to hide it.
“I know a lot of people who would’ve liked for them to have kept him locked up for the rest of his life but it was a mental ward. It was a pretty safe bet he was going to get out sooner or later.” Emma didn’t like the idea of that man out and running around anymore than the other two but there wasn’t much they could do about it.
“I was hoping they would transfer him over to the jail and keep him up there until his court date but that didn’t happen.” Alison still didn’t understand why that hadn’t been the case.
“Alison we don’t always get what we want. We do know that he isn’t likely to come around here causing trouble.”
“Emma until this guy goes to court and ends up behind bars, be careful. We have no idea what this madman is capable of so until something is done we all need to watch our backs.”
“You really think he is that dangerous?” Emma thought they might be overreacting just a bit.
“Alison is right Emma, we need to be careful. Word is he doesn’t remember what happened the night he trespassed on the property and started slicing tires. He stopped talking about ghost and started claiming that we had to have drugged him and set him up.” When the DA had told Steve that story he had damn near lost it. The district attorney had tried to reassure Steve that no one was buying into his accounting of that night. Still, that hadn’t done anything for Steve’s disposition.
It was Emma’s turn to be mad. “What? You’ve got to be frigging kidding me.”
“No. He’s claiming that we must’ve drugged him that night at the party. I hate to tell you this but he is saying that he was actually a guest here that night. The way he is telling it is you must have invited him here so you could set him up.”
“No fucking way. Surely no one is buying that ridiculous story?” Emma was pacing the kitchen floor and Alison just let out an angry cry of rage that would rival Grayson’s.
Speaking of the ghosts there was a breeze that blew through the house at that moment and a glass flew off the counter. Emma could understand their rage but this breaking stuff was getting a little old.
Alison who always seemed to be the quickest to respond to them decided to nip this in the bud quick. “Come on you guys, your temper tantrums are getting expensive. Please find a less costly way of showing your anger.”
It seemed to work because they heard a collective sigh and the breeze settled down.
“Thank you.” Alison also seemed to show the most patience with them as well which might have had a lot to do with the way they responded to her.
“You do realize Alison you may never be able to move out of this house. I don’t think they would let you.” Emma placed her arm around her friend and they leaned against each other taking comfort in the closeness.
“I know I carry a gun but I have to be honest with you, as long as that crazy bastard is out there I have no intention of going anywhere. This is the one place I know we’re all safe from that jug head.” Alison neither jumped nor cried out when an invisible hand gently stroked her check.
The book trail is now available to view.