Spirit of Earth: Book One of the Spirit Series [Jack and Jill Mystery Novel] [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Arline Chase
eBook Category: Mystery/Crime
eBook Description: Psychic, Jill Abercrombie's family consider her stone mad. They're so intent that she mustn't embarass them at their "musical evening they ignore the corpse in the garden. The new scullery maid understands that Jillian only has "the sight" Her brother, Jon, who hates to be called "Jack" is so intent on his affair with a notorious actress that he pays little attention to solving the crime that may, or may not, be linked to a number of serial killings in the city.
eBook Publisher: ebooksonthe.net, Published: 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2005
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Many many thanks to those who read this book in draft and who have encouraged me in my madness over the years, including Helen Chappelle, Sandy List, Terry L. White, Sidney Chase, K.S. Brooks, Kerry Parsons, and my ever-patient husband, Roger.
Special thanks to Lauri Hart and all the members of the Mystery Writers Forum, and to all who helped me proofread, and of the Coffeehouse, and special thanks to Jane Barth for her great idea for the cover art.
I have probably left someone out and if so, I apologize. I promise I remember you all in my heart. * * * *Chapter 1
July 14, 1901
"It's not the champagne!" Showgirl Eliza Hammond whirled around and danced down the street, while her escort hurried after her. "I'm alive with power and getting higher by the day. I've got 'em right where I want 'em, hon, and I'm gonna be sooooo rich! Not a thing they can do but pay me off, either. From now on, I'm going to have fun. And never a worry ahead."
"Champagne, my foot!" The gentleman with her wore a Derby hat, a gray suit, and a pearl stickpin in his cravat. He leaned down and gave her a squeeze. "You'd better be careful who you're messing with, girl! Rich folks got their own ways o' doing things. If you take my advice, you'll back off."
Eliza giggled, looked up at him and laughed. "Not on your life, Willie. I know a fancy gentleman who'll pay and pay good, to keep me from telling what-all I know. Count on it, hon. That money's in the bank!"
He pulled her close and kissed her, so that she barely felt the knife that slid up under her breast bone and into her heart. Eliza gasped and fell forward, unable to breathe, her weight dragging at his arm, her face an agony of confusion before it went slack.
The man dropped her in the gutter and pulled out a monogrammed silk handkerchief to wipe a drop or two of blood off his hands. Then he dropped the scrap and walked away without a backward glance.
Behind him, a figure knelt beside the body, felt for a pulse, then picked up the handkerchief and followed.