He wanted to see Eastyn. It was the reason he was here, but he wanted a plan their meeting in a neutral spot, not show up at her place as the handyman. It didn’t seem like the best way to see someone you left behind and hope to apologize and be forgiven.
Are you going home to see the woman you left behind?” Maverick added.
e changed out his sweaty clothes and into blue jeans and an AC/DC t-shirt and he donned a baseball cap and prescription glasses. He grabbed his guitar and the glass jar of sugar cones, then stood back to see if he missed anything.
Her hand slipped into her sweater pocket and pulled out the card her father had given her. Tennyson – Jack of all Trades and the number printed in bold letters. She avoided calling Jack Tennyson because she’d dated his son and it hadn’t ended well. Her father said she needed to put it behind her and call Jack.
He shook his head and chuckled. He most likely spotted someone from the tour going off on their own. This made him pause. He didn’t think anyone would just wander off by themselves, but this woman had either vanished, or she deliberately headed into the foliage where there were no lights placed, and he didn’t remember her holding a flashlight. Yet she kind of glowed. That was it. That was why she seemed out of place. She shimmered. “Ghost,” he murmured and startled himself for even voicing it.
“Jared told me he’s only seen a woman who haunts the place but every time he tries to catch up to her, she disappears before he manages to come close enough to snap a photo. I think that’s why he does these tours. If I remember right, he was related to the woman who disappeared.”
“Haley Rose?” she asked.
“Listen up, everyone,” Jarrod announced over the murmurs of conversation. “There can be no smoking on this hike since the brush is dry and I don’t want to be responsible for the place going up in flames.
“I guess that means me,” Spike said, his voice gravely and Maverick had a hunch the man smoked a pack a day, but he had to give him credit; he put the cig out without a fuss.
If she didn’t do something fast, the band would never have a second chance, and she knew how much they wanted this moment to make a difference. They were talented and hoped to prove it. Before fully processing what she planned to do, her feet moved. Once on stage, her hand covered Jesse’s, and he relinquished the mic.
“Do you know any more of
her music?”
“She only had a few hit singles as far as I could find,” he said.
“Phoenix did the research.” He jabbed a thumb toward his drummer.
“She disappeared back in the 80s, I think.” He glanced at Phoenix who nodded.
She stood and hurried to the road again. She ran a hand through her hair as her gaze searched the area for any sign of movement, any sign of life. The tree leaves rustled as if whispering amongst themselves and judging her. She whirled around and trudged back to her car and slipped inside. Her hand went through the motions of starting the car about she sat there unable to put the car in reverse. Her hands shook as her fingers grabbed for the purse that had slid to the floor.
