Angela Panther Mystery, Tome 3: Uncharted Territory
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- Carolyn Ridder Aspenson (Écrivain)
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CHAPTER ONE
PSYCHIC MEDIUMS DON'T LIKE HOSPITALS. For us, hospitals are like shopping malls on Black Friday—overcrowded with people on a mission. Only in the hospital the people are dead. Since I'd grown to appreciate and accept my psychic gift I'd learned to despise hospitals. Forget the white, sterile walls, the incessant beeping of machines, or even the bland colored scrubs too big or too small on everyone who wore them, and a total fashion mistake if you asked me. None of that mattered to me because I was too focused on dodging the dead. It wasn't that I didn't want to help them. There were just so many one psychic medium could handle.
In recent months word about my gift made its rounds in the in-between—the place between our world and the afterlife, and I'd become a popular gal on the hospital circuit. The dead needed my help and flooded the hospital halls, vying for my attention by hovering near, and asking me questions.
"Are you her?"
"Is this Heaven?"
"The dog ate my life insurance policy two months before I died."
"The money for my funeral is in my sock drawer, inside the brown socks with the blue whales on them. I hate those socks, tell Marge to burn them but only after she gets the money."
"I need to get a message to my husband."
"Tell them not to bury me in the pink dress. I always hated that damn pink dress."
Frankly, it could be a real pain in the butt, but mostly it was just overwhelming and depressing. Yep, I hated hospitals. So when Detective Aaron Banner asked me to meet him at the front entrance to Powers Ferry Medical Center I hesitated, but since I'm a glutton for punishment and had unofficially signed on to help him when he needed me, I did it anyway.
I stood outside the front entrance, slowly pulling air in through my nose and blowing it out through my mouth. It's what I did after a good, hard run to slow my heart rate, and it was good for calming my nerves, too. And I needed to be calm for when the sudden onslaught of spirits begging for help bombarded me on the other side of the hospital doors.
Aaron kept a watchful, detective's eye on me as I went through the motions of my calming routine. He stayed back knowing not to interfere for fear of messing up my juju. He'd become familiar with my quirks and me over the few months we'd worked together and knew the drill well. Plus, I think it creeped him out a little, watching me imitate a woman in labor. When I finished I nodded, my signal to him that I was as calm and prepared as I could get. I wasn't actually calm, but I wasn't going to have an anxiety attack, either.
Brow furrowed, Aaron stood on the mat, holding the electronic door open for me. "Thanks for coming."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world." I patted him on the shoulder. "Seriously, I hope I can help."
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Grab a latté, a box of Kleenex and a clean pair of panties. Carolyn Ridder Aspenson has done it again.
--Lynn/Two Girls & a Book
With her family life finally on cruise control, stay at home mom and psychic medium Angela Panther expected to see a ghost or twenty, but the universe surprised had other plans.
When an unidentified fourteen-year-old boy takes a dive off an interstate overpass, to solve the case, Atlanta area detective Aaron Banner calls Angela to get the truth about his junior John Doe.
Was it suicide or murder?
The problem is, the spirit can't remember who he was, or the night he died, and prefers Angela focus on an unknown energy.
Bright lights and the big city mean exciting times for Angela and her BFF Mel, but soon the duo ventures into the dark underbelly of Atlanta and come face-to-face with a gang of saggy-pantsed hoodlums ready to take them out.
Will they make it out alive, or end up dead and buried like the spirits they're trying to help?
In UNCHARTED TERRITORY, AN ANGELA PANTHER MYSTERY, Carolyn Ridder Aspenson's witty dialog between psychic medium Angela Panther and her best friend, Mel will keep you laughing out loud, while the tear-jerking scenes between the living and dead will leave you believing in a connection between the living and the dead.
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