Jack shook his head, leaned across the sales counter and kissed Ellery lightly. “Speaking of almost over.” Jack’s tone was regretful. I’m not sure if he’s protesting or auditioning.” He called to the puppy, “It’s okay, buddy. Jack chuckled, started to speak, but was interrupted by Watson, Ellery’s black spaniel puppy, who dropped his squeaky toy and began to howl.Īaah-oooooooh… Ow… Ow… Ow… Aaah-oooooooh…Įllery sighed. “I didn’t know we had a Traditional Music Society.” Kingston and his late wife were active in their local folk music club and Nora used to perform regularly at Pirate Cove’s Traditional Music Society.” Have either of them ever performed before an audience?” “Is this going on during business hours?”Įllery nearly choked on his coffee. “Despite evidence to the contrary, the only souls suffering the torments of the damned are yours and mine.” They listened in silence for a moment to the muffled twang of a banjo and plink of a… ukulele? “Since the Sing The Plank organizers announced there’ll be an amateur talent stage at the festival.” He said glumly, “The building is haunted.” “What the hell is that noise?” Pirate Cove’s Police Chief Jack Carson stared ceilingward, his blue-green eyes wide with alarm.Įllery Page, mystery bookshop owner and Jack’s boyfriend, took his oat milk-laced coffee from Jack’s unresisting hand. Ghostly wailings seemed to issue from the blackened rafters of the Crow’s Nest bookshop.
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