Am I going to get my soul sucked out by a malevolent spirit? That’s what BFF and former police colleague Patience thinks will happen.
My name is Amanda Harper and I am a paranormal detective with the Blue Moon Investigation Agency. As of today, that is, and my first case is at the local shopping mall where terrified shoppers hysterically claim a ghost attacked them in the elevators. Not just one elevator – all of them.
Sounds like an easy enough case, right? That’s what I told myself, but nothing in life prepared me for the bedlam I’m about to face. Despite the craziness, the chases and the unexpected fighting, I need to solve this thing to justify my employment.
Unfortunately, I have no idea what I am doing, I’m still working my notice period in the police, and I have a date tonight.
I’ll find the ghost, be sure of it, but why, oh why, did I invite sassy BFF Patience Woods to help out.
Get ready for snark-fuelled fun as Amanda Harper goes ghostbusting!
The author currently makes about $6000 a month from this series, with sales growing every time a new book is published. There have been 4 new books this year and 2 more are planned. The books are regularly inside the top 50 on Amazon for their genre.
The author's sales rank on Amazon is sometimes inside the top 1000 but is currently around 3000. new releases will improve this.
The lift pinged, and the doors opened. Patience burst into action, bolting for the exit. She hit the doors before they were even halfway open, her equipment clanging against both sides as she forced her way through the gap. Sighing, I picked up the box and followed her out.
‘I need to fit cameras in another five lifts, Patience.’ Patience was ten feet away across the car park that the lift had opened on.
She waggled a finger at me, ‘I am not going back in any stupid lifts. I can’t believe you made me do that.’
‘Patience it is just a lift. A big steel box.’
‘Yeah. With a ghost in it. You go ahead and do what you got to do, girl. I am going back to the car. Matter of fact, I am taking my lunch break. Patience needs some chicken.' And with that, she stomped off towards the stairwell.
A lot of help she turned out to be. It was a good thing I had overestimated the height of the ceiling in the lifts. I could reach it easily on my toes.
Twenty minutes later, I had the last of the cameras in place and had only once had to quickly stop what I was doing because someone was trying to get on. I found Patience happily sitting in the same booth as yesterday tucking into another bucket of chicken. Her hands were greasy all the way to her wrists, but she looked content.
‘Hey there, partner. How are you doing now?' I asked sliding into the booth opposite her.
‘Mmmm,’ she said through a mouthful of chicken, ‘Much better. Sorry about before. I kinda freaked out a bit. Do you really think there is no ghost?’
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