It seems like I have been sleeping and dreaming the last nearly 3 months. Nothing seems real even though I can remember everything that happened. It is good to be back to myself again. Now I am getting acquainted with our new PI team members. Our team is getting bigger all the time. Annelie still has her eyes on Rock, but all that he thinks about is eating and exercising. I must have a talk with him one of these days, before Annelie gives up. Baldwin needs to get married too, unfortunately he is the oldest in our group, except for Chung who just turned 56. And Baldwin is now 55.
Kristina is 24, the youngest of the group and Candace is next at 25. Rock and Annelie are 32, and really, they are a good match. Well, here we are heading to that old house again. We were going to head off to Panama and look for John, but we decided it would be better to deal with him on our terms, not on his. He would likely be well protected at his place, but maybe if he knows we are at the house, which he now owns, he just might come out and confront us.
That is what we want, but we will see if that happens. Right now we are flying across the ocean in one of Baldwin’s newest jets, his new private jet, almost as big as a commercial jet and the inside is just amazing, very spacious and comfortable. However, it is night, so we spent most of our time sleeping, we need to be fresh for the day ahead. Once there we decided that only a few of us would go at a time, so we don’t scare John away, if he is there.
So Rock, Annelie, the cats, Kat and I went first to look around and see what we could find. The place was still empty, it looked very much like the very first time we went there, just Muffin and I. About mid afternoon I had finished going over the books, but nothing there seemed familiar at all. Yet apparently, when I was Bernard, there was a significant book of some kind that gave a clue, for whatever reason. But nothing stood out for me among the books, and it did not look like anything had been disturbed on that bookcase. Both Muffin and I tried hard to remember details of that first case.
All of our notes from our earlier cases were burned along with my house in Canada. I did have copies in a safety deposit box at the bank, but apparently someone came in pretending to be me and took everything. They must have stolen my key from the house before burning it. While we were all upstairs on that third floor, we heard some noises that appeared to be coming from downstairs, perhaps in the basement. Kind of groaning noises with sort of a hollow sound.
Annelie and Muffin did not like the sound at all. “Don’t worry Annelie,” said Rock, “nobody will hurt you with me around.” Hmm, maybe Rock is thinking about Annelie after all, I thought to myself. Anyway, we went all the way to the basement but were unable to find anything. Then that same sound came from upstairs. Rock and I ran upstairs while the girls and cats stayed together on the main floor. We still could not find anything so went back downstairs.
Finally we decided to head back to town for a meal. Rock and Annelie stayed behind afterwards and Baldwin and Kristina joined us back at the old house. After those noises I wanted to spend some time there after dark. I think someone is trying to play ghost again. Baldwin and I took MC with us while the girls spent there time on the main floor with Muffin. “Steve, look,” said Baldwin. I turned around just as a glowing figure disappeared into a wall laughing.
I ran to the wall, Baldwin and MC close behind me. MC sniffed around but could not find an opening in the wall, yet there had to be one. The girls came running upstairs and said there was a ghost downstairs that laughed at them. Down we all went. Oddly, Muffin had stayed there to watch. Meow,meow.=Ghost go in fireplace and disappear. I check around, it had been fixed nicely since that first case. Then we heard that groaning again. “That was definitely from the second floor,” said Kristina as she started up the stairs.
“Wait a minute Kristina,” said Kat, “you cannot go alone.” “I’m not letting some fake ghost scare me,” she said. So we all went upstairs to the second floor. We searched each bedroom, but found nothing, so we went back to the main floor. I stood there looking at that portrait again. There is something about that, I know there is, but what?
To Be Continued.
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