by Bobbi Holmes
Haunting Danielle
Book 2
By Bobbi Holmes &
Anna J. McIntyre
HAUNTING DANIELLE
BOOK 2
By Anna J. McIntyre
& Bobbi Holmes
Cover Design: Elizabeth Mackey
HAUNTING DANIELLE SERIES
PUBLISHED BY:
Robeth Publishing, LLC
Copyright © 2014 Bobbi Holmes
Robeth Publishing, LLC, All Rights Reserved
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Look for Haunting Danielle, Book 3
Other Books by Anna J. McIntyre
Chapter One
Tilting the review mirror down slightly, Cheryl looked at her reflection. Despite the long car ride, her makeup required minimal repair. Lipstick tube in hand, she used the tip of her pinkie finger to wipe away stray mascara from the corners of her eyes before applying the lipstick.
Cheryl readjusted the mirror again to get a better view of the young man standing by the side of her car, filling its gas tank. She wished her home state of California had the same law as Oregon, which didn’t allow consumers to fill their own gas tanks. It was a job she loathed. Fortunately, since crossing the border into Oregon, that was one less thing for her to worry about.
Placing the cap back on the lipstick, she tossed it in her open purse sitting on the passenger seat and then removed a neatly folded piece of paper from the handbag’s side pocket. Unfolding the paper, she re-read the Internet article printed out from her computer at home. If she had never stumbled across the story, she wouldn’t be sitting in her car right now, in some little Oregon beach town that she had never heard of before.
“Dani, Dani,” Cheryl said aloud, her eyes focused on the article. “Just what are you trying to pull?”
The gas attendant stepped up to the driver’s side of the car—its window down—and said, “All filled up. It took the entire forty bucks.”
Cheryl looked up at the young man, while she refolded the paper and asked, “Do you know where a place called Marlow House is?”
“Marlow House? Why sure. It’s only a couple blocks from here.”
• • • •
“These just arrived,” Lily announced. Wearing worn denims and a faded blue t-shirt, her red hair fastened atop her head in a lopsided pony tail, she stood in the kitchen doorway holding a floral arrangement of red, white and blue roses. Danielle glanced up from where she stood at the counter, measuring ingredients for a chocolate cake into a large stainless steel mixing bowl.
“Those are lovely!” Danielle said. “Who are they from?” She didn’t attempt to see for herself, but continued on with her task.
“Marie Nichols. Did you notice the little American flags?” Lily walked into the kitchen, tilting the vase slightly to give Danielle a better view. “I left the card on the entry table. Where do you want me to put it?”
“I don’t know, where do you think? Maybe on the entry table?” Danielle shrugged.
“Okay.” Lily turned back to the doorway.
“What did the card say?” Danielle called out.
Lily paused and looked back at Danielle. “It was just wishing you luck on the grand opening. Said she was looking forward to it.”
“Did she say anything about her lovely thief—I mean grandson coming with her?”
“No, but I’m sure he’ll be bringing her.”
“I guess there’s no way of avoiding that.” She sighed and picked up a wooden spoon from the counter. Danielle thought of Marie’s grandson, Adam, and how he and Bill Smith had once broken into Marlow House. She began beating the cake batter with a tad more zeal than was necessary.
When Lily returned to the kitchen a few minutes later, she found Danielle preparing to pour the batter into cake pans.
“So what do we need to do?” Lily grabbed her vintage apron from the kitchen table. It was a recent find from a Frederickport yard sale. The apron, with its colorful strawberry print, appealed to her elementary school teacher sensibilities. She would be wearing this one in the classroom, when school started in the fall. Her students would love it. Tying the apron around her waist she watched Danielle, whose dark hair threatened to slip from its haphazard bun.
“I have a list around here some place.” Pouring the batter into the cake pans, Danielle attempted to blow escaped strands of hair from her eyes as she glanced around briefly, searching for the misplaced list. She didn’t see it.
Lily looked around the room and spied a piece of paper on the floor under the kitchen table. She picked it up, and looking over the list she said, “Before we tackle the next item, why don’t we break for lunch?”
“Sounds good to me.” Danielle opened the oven and moved the filled cake pans from the counter to the oven’s middle rack. After closing the oven Danielle took the list from Lily and looked it over. “What do you think about bringing that croquet set down from the attic and setting it up in the back yard? It might be fun, give people something to do? Old fashioned.”
“It might be fun,” Lily said as she grabbed the loaf of bread from the counter. After making them each a sandwich and a glass of iced tea, she sat at the table waiting for Danielle to join her.
“You still picking up the necklace in the morning?” Lily asked as she sipped her tea.
Danielle glanced up from the list. “Yep.” She joined Lily at the table.
“I hope you know what you’re doing. Wearing a piece of jewelry worth more than a million bucks—with all those strangers in the house—seems a little risky to me.”
“I wouldn’t be getting the press attention without it.”
“I know. It just makes me nervous.”
“Don’t worry Lily. Remember, Officer Morelli plans to be here to help keep an eye on things.” Not to mention Walt—there is no way he’ll let someone walk out of Marlow House with the Missing Thorndike.
“I admit I feel a little better knowing you aren’t taking any reservations until after the party. I don’t think I’d like the idea of strangers being here over night when the necklace is in the house.”
“Well don’t worry. It goes back into the safety deposit box on Saturday morning, after the open house. And then on Monday or Tuesday the buyer will be here to take it off my hands. So you can stop worrying,” Danielle said.
“Are you sure the bank is going to be open? After all, it is a holiday weekend.”
Lily started to say something but paused when she heard the doorbell. “I wonder if that’s Ian,” Lily said as she glanced at the clock on the oven. “He’s not supposed to be here for another hour.”
“Maybe it’s more flowers,” Danielle suggested as she stood up.
“I’ll get it. You eat your lunch.” Lily jumped up and headed for the front door. Danielle sat back down and took a bite of her sandwich.
When Lily opened the front door a few moments later, it wasn’t Ian standing on the porch, but a buxom blonde Lily had never seen before. Escaping cleavage spilled from the woman’s snuggly fitting white spandex halter top. Speechless, Lily’s eyes traveled down the woman’s body to skin tight satin slacks in hot pink. The woman’s stilettos heels were the same shade of pink. Next to her feet on the porch was a suitcase. Lily’s gaze darted back up to the stranger’s face and she looked into blue eyes—blue eyes lined in black with purple glitter shadow covering each lid. Lily thought the woman—who she guessed to be about her own age—might be quite lovely if she scrubbed off the heavy makeup and toned down the purplish lipstick.
“I’m afraid we aren’t open for business yet,” Lily said, glancing again to the suitcase.
“We?” the woman laughed. “I’m here to see Dani.” Not waiting for an invitation, she picked up the suitcase and pushed her way past Lily into Marlow House. Once in the entry, she dropped the suitcase on the wood floor and looked around the dark-paneled entry hall.
“And who should I say is here?” Lily asked, clearly annoyed as she shut the front door and faced the intruder.
“I’m Dani’s cousin, Cheryl, and who are you? The housekeeper? If so, you really need to improve your people skills or you’re going to run away the guests,” Cheryl scolded.
Lily stood speechless for a moment, unable to grasp the fact this was Danielle’s infamous cousin, Cheryl. From what she understood, Cheryl was Danielle’s only living relative. Both women had lost their parents in the same airplane accident when Danielle was still in college. Though Cheryl was Danielle’s only remaining relative, the two women had never been close.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Cheryl asked.
“Excuse me?” Lily blinked her eyes, coming out of her momentary stupor.
“Go get her! And you might as well take my bag up to my room. When you’re done with that you can get me something to eat, I’m starving.” Cheryl wandered over to the mirror hanging on the wall behind the roses and looked at her reflection. After pursing her lips she combed her fingers through her hair.
“Danielle’s not expecting you,” Lily blurted out. “We don’t have any rooms ready.”
Cheryl turned from the mirror and faced Lily. “Don’t be silly. Dani will have room for me. I am family after all.”
“I’ll get Danielle,” Lily muttered, heading to the kitchen.
“What about my suitcase?” Cheryl called out.
Lily glanced back briefly, muttered something under her breath and continued on to the kitchen.
“You’ve got to get out here,” Lily said the moment she walked into the room.
“What’s wrong?” Danielle stood up from the table.
“You have a visitor. One who expects to stay here.”
“I don’t understand. Did you tell them we aren’t accepting reservations yet?”
“I told her we didn’t have any rooms ready yet.”
“She?” Danielle frowned, heading to the doorway.
Cheryl was no longer standing in the entry. They found her in the parlor, inspecting a porcelain figurine.
“Cheryl?” Danielle asked in disbelief. Cheryl looked over at her cousin, smiled and set the porcelain figurine back on the table. “What are you doing here?”
“That’s a fine greeting,” Cheryl scolded. “And in front of the help.”
“Help?” Danielle glanced over at Lily, who just shrugged. “Lily doesn’t work for me. She’s a friend. I’ll ask again, what are you doing here?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’ve come for the open house.” Cheryl plopped down on a chair and kicked off her shoes. Wiggling her toes, she briefly admired her recent pedicure and the pink nail polish that perfectly matched her shoes.
“What do we have here?” Walt asked a second later when he appeared in the room. Of the three women, only Danielle could see or hear him. Curious, he circled the newcomer as Danielle watched them both.
“You can’t stay here. We don’t have any rooms ready,” Danielle told her.
“Don’t be ridiculous. After all, Aunt Brianna was my aunt too.” Cheryl leaned back in the chair, crossing her legs over its armrest.
“Who is she?” Walt asked.
“This is really not a good time, Cheryl. We’re getting ready for my grand opening.”
“Yes, I know all about that. Something you obviously failed to tell me about.”
“Why would I? It’s not like we keep in touch any more.” Danielle said.
“And whose fault is that?” Cheryl asked.
“Why are you here, Cheryl?” Danielle asked.
“Obviously to straighten out Aunt Brianna’s estate.” Cheryl jumped up from the chair.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Cheryl. Aunt Brianna left this house to me, what is there to straighten out?”
“She was my aunt too,” Cheryl circled the room, inspecting and touching the parlor furnishings. “My attorney thinks I have a solid claim on the estate. Aunt Brianna was old, forgetful. Leaving me out of her will was obviously an oversight.” Cheryl turned and faced Danielle and Lily.
“From what I remember, you barely knew Aunt Brianna,” Danielle said.
“So? It doesn’t change my relationship to her—which is identical to yours.”
“Not exactly. I actually had a relationship with her. You were simply the great niece of her husband.”
“Oh blah blah blah…that is not going to hold up in court, Boo.”
“Don’t call me that,” Danielle snapped.
“Dani Boo, Dani Boo, Dani Boo,” Cheryl chuckled.
“I take it that’s some childhood nickname?” Walt asked. “She’s the cousin you mentioned?” Walt sat on the back of the couch and watched Cheryl. Lifting his hand with a flourish, a lit cigar appeared between two of his fingers. He took a puff and continued to watch the unfolding drama.
“You can’t stay here,” Danielle insisted. “None of the rooms are ready for guests.”
“She’s staying here.” Cheryl nodded to Lily, who stood mute listening.
“Lily is my friend; she’s helping me get Marlow House open for business.”
“And I’m your cousin.” Cheryl paused and sniffed the air. “I smell cigar smoke! You lied! You’re already open for business. You have a man staying here!”
“No Cheryl, it’s just Lily and me.” And Walt, Danielle silently added.
“Don’t tell me you’ve taken to smoke cigars,” Cheryl snickered.
“Don’t be silly, neither of us smoke cigars,” Lily said.
“I can definitely smell cigar smoke,” Cheryl insisted.
“What do you want?” Danielle asked.
Cheryl considered the question for a moment. “For starters, I want to see the necklace.”
“The necklace? It’s not here. It’s in a safe deposit box at the bank. But you aren’t serious about all this, are you?”
“We’ll let the courts straighten all this out. There’s plenty of money for both of us, no reason to be greedy.” Cheryl smiled. “Now come on, we are cousins, Dani. It has been absolutely ages since we’ve gotten together for a little family reunion.” Cheryl surprised Dani by giving her an enthusiastic bear hug. Danielle passively accepted the hug, flashing Lily a weak smile over Cheryl’s shoulder.
Chapter Two
“You’re letting her stay?” Walt asked Danielle when he appeared in the kitchen thirty minu
tes later. He watched as she removed the cakes from the oven and set them on a cooling rack on the counter.
“She is my cousin. I couldn’t very well throw her out on the street.” Danielle glanced up to the ceiling, wondering what Cheryl was doing in the room she’d given her on the second floor.
“I don’t suppose you kicked Lily out of her room,” Walt teased.
“Of course not. I gave Cheryl the Red Room.”
“Charming how you’ve named the rooms according to color.” By his tone, Danielle didn’t think for a moment that he found it charming.
“She wasn’t thrilled she had to put her own sheets on the bed. I told her she was welcome to stay for a couple of days—until we get this straightened out with our aunt’s attorney—but while she’s here, she shouldn’t expect me to wait on her.”
“Apparently she doesn’t share your—gift.” Walt leaned casually against the counter smoking a thin cigar. He watched as Danielle grabbed the baking cocoa and powdered sugar, preparing to make cake frosting.
“No. Yet she did smell your cigar.” Danielle nodded toward the lit cigar in his hand.
“As can Lily—and Joanne—and…”
“Yes I know. I’m starting to think the main reason you smoke those things is so people will sense your presence.”
“If that is true, it’s not working. Lily credits the scent of smoke to this old house, hardly flattering or encouraging for me.” Walt waved his hand and the cigar vanished.
“All I know is that I have a ton of things to finish before the open house, and the last thing I need is Cheryl getting in the way!” Danielle angrily slammed a clean mixing bowl on the counter.
“Is she really your only living relative?” Walt asked.
“Cheryl’s mother, Susan, was my father’s sister. Cheryl had a younger brother, Sean. Uncle Carl, Cheryl’s father was a private pilot and had his own plane. One weekend, when I was in college, my parents went flying with Uncle Carl and Aunt Susan. Sean was with them. The plane went down. They were all killed.”
“That’s horrible.”
“I thought you were indifferent to death,” Danielle said.
