Wayward Winds Estate In Bitter Springs: Chapter Analysis

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Chapter Five
Return of the Blue Ghoul

Wayward Winds Estate in Bitter Springs
Friday, 6:30 p.m.

Several hours later, we stood on Miss McBride’s doorstep ringing the bell.
It was a bleak summer’s evening with the shadows deepening on a path that ambled down between bitternut hickory trees, and then cut sideways across a field of tiny green grapevines. There was a wind beginning, small gusts that rattled the fence posts and set the dandelions dancing in unison on the broad expanse of lawn. Rain spotted our shirts and glistened on our nylon backpacks.
“Okay,” I said. “Remember to follow the Deadwood Detective Agency’s standard operating procedures. Nail down the timeline. Follow up on the leads and treat everything as evidence. If you see the …show more content…

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I was hoping you and your friends could solve that mystery.”
“Don't worry, sir,” I said. “We’ll have this thing wrapped up tight in no time.”
“Excellent.” He smiled. “I feel better already. Well, good night.”
“David,” Miss McBride stood in the doorway, “will you help me up the stairs?”
“Of course,” he said, holding out his elbow for her—a sweet old-fashioned gesture.
She looped her arm through his, and they strolled toward the steps.
“See you in the morning,” Chance called to them over his shoulder.
He switched on the kitchen lights and the wrought-iron chandelier illuminated bright plaster frescoes of Italian vineyards, cabinets topped with yellowish-green leaves, and a lavishly carved ceiling.
“It gets dark early here in the ravine,” he told us. “The tall mountains that surround us make it seem later than it really is. Sometimes, it’s nice being cocooned in silence with only the whisper of the distant wind through trees. Other times, it’s kind of spooky.”
“Spooky,” Twist agreed.
“Speaking of spooky,” I said, “did you see the ghost?”
“No,” Chance replied softly, staring out of the …show more content…

“When did your aunt first see the ghost?”
“So many questions from such a very young lady,” Hannah said, floating next to the table, placing plates in front of each of us. Then she tossed down crinkle-cut pickles, macaroni salad, and potato chips.
“Sorry, ma’am, it’s my job.”
She slid a platter stacked with sandwiches beside the salad and splashed some apple cider into our cups.
“I almost forgot. Were you here when the ghost showed up?”
“Eat,” she said, turning and walking toward the stove.
A total dead end.
I grabbed a watercress sandwich and was about to take a bite when a scream like a fist pounded on the table. It was followed by a drowning silence. I dropped my sandwich and jumped to my feet.
“That was Aunt Emma.” Chance stormed out of the kitchen.
We chased after him up the stairs and down a dark hall. At the end, a door stood ajar and light stretched across the hallway floor.
I was a few steps from the door handle when I heard Miss McBride scream again. Slowly, I crept into the room and saw her sprawled across the bed.
Mr. Shaw was bent over her, rubbing her temples and rambling, “Emma, can you hear me? Are you all right?” He spotted Hannah. “Please bring me some of Miss McBride’s smelling

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