GHOST GAL: The Wild Hunt by Bobby Nash Read Free Book Online Page B

She saw her friend’s beautiful soul.
    Alexandra was less skeptical. She believed that Samuel was exactly as her father had described him. An angel sent to work on Earth. To her, it made perfect sense, but she understood Joshua’s skepticism. Had she not been born to this life, had she not seen the wonderful things she had witnessed since before she could walk, she too might have a hard time believing it.
    “Are you sure we can’t change your mind?” she asked Samuel, taking one last shot to learn how to trap a ghost. Such a skill would be very helpful to someone in her line of work.
    “I’m sorry, Alex.”
    She stood and clapped her hands together. “No worries, Samuel,” she said. “I understand.”
    “I don’t,” Joshua groused as he too got to his feet.
    “Joshua…” she warned.
    “No. Who does this guy think he is?” Joshua said, his arms moving about, a habit he picked up while practicing cross-examinations for court. “We’re supposed to be on the same side here, right? If we knew something he didn’t, he’d expect us to share with him, wouldn’t he?”
    “It’s not that simple,” she said softly.
    “Nothing about any of this is ever simple,” Joshua said, irritated.
    “Let’s go,” she prodded.
    “I thought you were supposed to be her friend,” Joshua said softly as he started walking away.
    If his words struck a chord within the mysterious Samuel, he gave no sign. He sat emotionless, fingers steepled beneath his chin as the ghost hunting couple left the office. He did not even say goodbye.
    “Can you believe that guy?” Joshua started the moment they stepped outside. The cool winds of fall were in the air, a not so subtle hint of the biting winter chill that would grip the city within the next week or so. He flipped up the collar on his coat and pulled the front closed tight. After all this time, he still did not like the cold.
    Alexandra, on the other hand, seemed to welcome the cooler temperatures. He had noted before that she seemed to come alive around this time of year. Of course, he assumed a lot of that had to do with her chosen profession. Ghost stories were always more interesting when there was a biting chill in the air.
    “Joshua…” She tried to head off his rant before it started. There were not many people who rubbed Joshua wrong the way Samuel did.
    “Who does he think he is anyway? All the times you bring him information, you’d figure he would return the favor every now and again.”
    “Now that’s not fair and you know it,” she said. “Like it or not, Samuel has someone that he answers to just like we all do.”
    “Sounds like an excuse to me.”
    “Nah. Not his style,” she said, trying to allay Joshua’s irritation. “Samuel’s just doing his job. I understand where he’s coming from. Doesn’t mean I have to like it though.”
    It helped but only a little bit. “Isn’t his job supposed to be helping us? This…” he gestured back toward the building wildly with his arms. “This is not helping.”
    “It doesn’t matter. What’s done is done, Josh. Let’s just get going. I want to talk to Dad about these jars. Maybe he has heard something in his research that can help us.”
    Joshua slid behind the wheel of the van and fired up the engine. “Don’t you think he would have told you by now if he had the ability to trap these things like that?”
    From the passenger seat, Alexandra smiled. “Maybe. Knowing my dad, though, he might hold that back as a teaching method.”
    “Ever the professor, your father.”
    “That he is.”
    Alexandra twisted around to put her tool belt in the back and came up short. “Well, I’ll be,” she said, a smile creasing her lovely features.
    “What is it?”
    She nodded her head toward the back and when he looked, Joshua saw something unexpected. He couldn’t help but smile. “Sneaky little so and so, isn’t he?”
    “Yes he is,” Alexandra said as she stared at the empty jar in the van. It was the