“Travis filled me in on what’s happening.” His face scrunches up in concern. “Is there anything I can do?”
“Not really. Travis wants me to let the police handle it. And Will thinks, well, he thinks I shouldn’t get too excited until we actually find out how Tara died.”
“Good advice.”
“Except … ” I lower my voice. “You and I both know I could help the police if they’d let me.”
“Have you told Travis yet? About your special skills?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
I take a sip of my smoothie while I consider how much to reveal here. Maybe Victor and Phoebe are right. Maybe I should let Paco help out the police. “There’s something I haven’t told you. You know the dog I rescued? Paco?”
Jim nods. “Cute little fellow.”
“He’s a ghost whisperer.”
“A what?”
“He sees ghosts. Or at least I think he does. The Sunshine Ghost Society is certain of it. Susan Van Dyke, the woman who owned him before me, used to hold séances. Apparently through the use of a human medium, Paco can commune with the dead. It’s the reason I’ve been discovering so many dead bodies. Paco leads me to them.”
Jim ponders this a minute. “As strange as this sounds, it totally makes sense.”
“I’m not sure the extent of his skills, but it’s no coincidence that he’s led me to every single dead body in town. I told Travis about it, but he thinks I’m crazy.”
“He said that?”
“Not exactly. He thinks Paco might have been trained as a cadaver dog.”
Jim chuckles. “I’ve never heard of chihuahuas being trained for that.”
“If Travis doesn’t believe that Paco sees ghosts, I doubt he’s going to believe that I’m a human lie detector.”
“If you prove it to him like you proved it to me, then he’ll have to believe you.”
Maybe Travis will believe me. Or maybe not. But one thing is for certain. He’ll definitely think I’m odd. I wish I didn’t care what he thinks, but I do. If only he hadn’t kissed me, my life would be a lot simpler right now.
“Let me think about it.” I glance at my watch. It’s almost five. I need to get ready for my date. “Sorry, I have to run. I’ll talk to you later.”
Jim and I say our goodbyes and I head out, but before I get to the door, I literally run into Brittany coming out of the director’s office. She’s with Darren Winters from Catfish Cove.
“Lucy! What are you doing here?” asks Brittany.
“Working out.”
“You should sign up for one of my Pilates classes. I can make you my assistant!”
Sounds like great fun. Not.
“Thanks, but I don’t think I’m physically up to speed for that. Great goal, though.” I smile at Darren. “So you’re still in town, huh?”
“Brittany has been kind enough to give me a tour of the facility. Very impressive. I wish we had the funds in Catfish Cove for something like this.”
“How are you holding up? I mean about the Tara situation?” Brittany asks.
“As well as can be expected.”