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  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Acknowledgments

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  The Ghostly Southern Mystery Series

  An Excerpt from A Ghostly Undertaking

  Chapter 1

  An Excerpt from A Ghostly Grave

  Chapter 1

  An Excerpt from A Ghostly Demise

  Chapter 1

  An Excerpt from A Ghostly Murder

  Chapter 1

  An Excerpt from A Ghostly Reunion

  Chapter 1

  About the Author

  By Tonya Kappes

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  Acknowledgments

  There are so many people who deserve to be thanked so much! First and foremost, I’m so grateful for Lucia Macro for loving the Southern Ghostly Mystery Series as much as I do.

  I have to thank my readers. They keep me going.

  I’m grateful for the support of my parents, John Robert and Linda Lowry. Their encouragement for me to follow my dream has given me a life of purpose and meaning.

  Thank you to my real-life hero and husband, Eddy Kappes. He takes care of our children and fur babies, not to mention household needs, while he encourages me to escape into my make-believe world.

  Prologue

  “Lawdy bee.” Granny scooted to the edge of the chair and lifted her arms in the air like she was worshiping in the Sunday morning service at Sleepy Hollow Baptist and the spirit just got put in her.

  I sucked in a deep breath, preparing myself for whatever was going to come out of Zula Fae Raines Payne’s mouth, my granny. She was a ball of southern spitfire in her five-foot-four-inch frame topped off with bright red hair that I wasn’t sure was real or out of a L’Oréal bottle she’d gotten down at the Buy-N-Fly.

  “Please, please, please,” she begged. “Let me die before anything happens to Emma Lee.” Her body slid down the fancy, high-back mahogany leather chair as she fell to her knees with her hands clasped together, bringing them back up in the air as she pleaded to the Big Guy in the sky. “I’m begging you.”

  “Are you nuts?” My voice faded to a hushed stillness. I glanced back at the closed door of my sister’s new office, in fear she was going to walk in and see Granny acting up.

  I sat in the other fancy, high-back mahogany leather chair next to Granny’s and grabbed her by the loose skin of her underarm. “Get back up on this chair before Charlotte Rae gets back in here and sees you acting like a fool.”

  “What?” Granny quirked her eyebrows questioningly as if her behavior was normal.

  My head dropped along with my jaw in the “are you kidding me” look.

  “Well, I ain’t lying!” She spat, “I do hope and pray you are the granddaughter that will be doing my funeral, unless you get a flare up of the ‘Funeral Trauma.’” She sucked in a deep breath and got up off her knees. She ran her bony fingers down the front of her cream sweater to smooth out any wrinkles so she’d be presentable like a good southern woman, forgetting she was just on her knees begging for mercy.

  “Flare up?” I sighed with exasperation. “It’s not like arthritis.”

  The “Funeral Trauma.”

  It was true. I was diagnosed with the “Funeral Trauma” after a decorative plastic Santa fell off the roof of Artie’s Meat and Deli, knocking me flat out cold and now I could see dead people.

  I had told Doc Clyde I was having some sort of hallucinations and seeing dead people, but he insisted I had been in the funeral business a little too long and seeing corpses all of my life had brought on the trauma.

  Truthfully, the Santa had given me a gift. Not a gift you’d expect Santa to give you, but it was the gift of seeing clients of Eternal Slumber, my family’s funeral home business where I was the undertaker. Some family business.

  Anyway, a psychic told me I was now a Betweener. I helped people who were stuck between here and the ever after. The Great Beyond. The Big Guy in the sky. One catch . . . the dead people I saw were murdered and they needed me to help them solve their murder before they could cross over.

  “I’m fine,” I huffed and took the pamphlet off of Charlotte Rae’s desk, keeping my gift to myself. The only people who knew were me, the psychic and Sheriff Jack Henry Ross, my hot, hunky and sexy boyfriend. He was as handy as a pocket on a shirt when it came time for me to find a killer when a ghost was following me around. “We are here to get her to sign my papers and talk about this sideboard issue once and for all.”

  Granny stared at me. My head slid forward like a turtle and I popped my eyes open.

  “I’m fine,” I said through closed teeth.

  “You are not fine.” Granny rolled her eyes so big, I swear she probably hurt herself. “People are still going around talking about how you talk to yourself.” She shook her finger at me. “If you don’t watch it, you are going to be committed. Surrounded by padded walls. Then—” She jabbed her finger on my arm. I swatted her away with the pamphlet. “Charlotte Rae will have full control over my dead body and I don’t want someone celebrating a wedding while I lay corpse in the next room. Lawdy bee,” Granny griped.

  I opened the pamphlet and tried to ignore Granny as best I could.

  “Do you hear me, Emma Lee?” Granny asked. I could feel her beady eyes boring into me. “Don’t you be disrespecting your elders. I asked you a question,” she warned when I didn’t immediately answer her question.

  “Granny.” I placed the brochure in my lap and reminded myself to remain calm. Something I did often when it came to my granny. “I hear you. Don’t you worry about a thing. By the time you get ready to die, they will have you in the nuthouse alongside me,” I joked, knowing it would get her goat.

  The door flung open and the click of Charlotte Rae’s high-dollar heels tapped the hardwood floor as she sashayed her way back into her office. The soft linen green suit complemented Charlotte’s sparkly green eyes and the chocolate scarf that was neatly tied around her neck. It was the perfect shade of brown to go with her long red hair and pale skin.

  “I’m so sorry about that.” She stopped next to our chairs and looked between me and Granny. She shook the long, loose curls over her shoulders. “What? What is wrong, now?”

  “Granny is all worried I’m going to get sent away to the nuthouse and you are going to lay her out here.” The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them. Or did my subconscious take over my mouth? It was always a competition between me and Charlotte, only it was one-sided. Mine.

  Charlotte never viewed me as competition because she railroaded me all my life. Like now. She’d left Eternal Slumber with zero guilt, leaving me in charge so she could make more money at Hardgrove’s Legacy Center, formerly known as Hardgrove’s Funeral Homes until they got too big for their britches and decided to host every life event possible just to make more money.

  “I . . .” Granny’s mouth opened and then snapped shut. Her face was as red as the hair on her head. “I meant that I didn’t want to be placed at Burns Funeral. I don’t know what they do down in their
morgue.”

  “Granny.” Charlotte Rae eased her toned heinie on the edge of her desk and rested upon it. She planted a smug look on her face. “Here at Hardgrove’s, we offer a full line of services. It’s the way of the future.”

  Was she giving us her sales pitch? My jaw clenched. My eyes narrowed. I glared at her perfectly lined hot pink lips. For Charlotte’s coloring, she did look great in pink. Heck, she’d look great in a burlap sack. I tucked a strand of my long, dull brown hair behind my ear and folded my hands in my lap with my short bitten-off nails tucked in my palms. She spent a lot of money at the nail salon, getting the perfect manicure, and they did look good.

  But today she looked a little tired. Not normal for Charlotte.

  “Well, that certainly wasn’t the answer I expected to hear.” I shook my head. Since Charlotte had left Eternal Slumber Funeral Home, I had forgotten how much of a bossy person she was, until now.

  “I’m sorry, Emma Lee.” Charlotte crossed her arms over top of her chest. Her brows lifted. Her green eyes lit up a little. “Did I hurt your feelings?”

  “No.” My voice hardened ruthlessly. “But you could at least say that I’m not crazy and for Granny to stop being ridiculous.”

  I grabbed my purse off the floor and pulled out the envelope full of legal papers I needed Charlotte to sign to get her out of the family business she had decided to abandon. Not that Hardgrove’s Legacy Center was much competition since it was in Lexington, Kentucky.

  But it was just like Charlotte to up and leave when times got lean. So lean that I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to pay the three employees, other than myself. When clients who had already made pre-need funeral arrangements with Eternal Slumber started pulling out because they didn’t want the “Funeral Trauma” girl to handle them in death, Charlotte Rae had jumped ship. She’d taken a job with Hardgrove’s at their Lexington location. They had several of these big centers all over Kentucky.

  Since they were in Lexington, a good forty minutes away from Sleepy Hollow, they really weren’t our competition. But family was family. And in a small town, family stuck together. Not Charlotte. She bailed, leaving me with all the chips to pick up. And that was exactly what I had done. Over the past few months, business had doubled and I needed her to sign off on selling her half of the business to me. Plus, I was here about the family sideboard that had been sitting in the foyer of Eternal Slumber for generations. In a moment of weakness years ago, Granny had apparently promised the sideboard to my dear sister. Like most of us, I’m sure Granny meant Charlotte Rae could have it after she died. Well, Charlotte was calling for it now. As if she were asking for her inheritance while Granny was alive. Over my dead body.

  The sideboard was a beautiful, antique staple in Eternal Slumber and I wasn’t about to give it up without a fight or until Granny was six feet under.

  I didn’t have time to sit here and beg Charlotte to do what was right. I had a Betweener client’s funeral to prepare and there was no time to dillydally, especially with Charlotte.

  “I don’t think Granny is being ridiculous. I mean—” Charlotte picked up one of the same brochures I still had in my lap and gave it a good, swift yank. It unfolded like an accordion. “Here at Hardgrove’s we are a full-service center.” Her pink fingernail pointed to the first photo. “We offer a full line of funeral services with a state-of-the-art facility. Not like the ones in Sleepy Hollow.” She referred to our small town of Sleepy Hollow, Kentucky. And there was the dig about where we grew up.

  “You mean Eternal Slumber without saying it?” I wasn’t going to let her get away with saying we weren’t meeting the needs of our residents.

  “No, no.” She shook her head and wagged her finger at me like I was some child. “There is also Burns Funeral.” She mentioned the only other funeral home in Sleepy Hollow, which was my direct competitor. “They are definitely not top-of-the-line, especially since O’Dell was elected Sleepy Hollow mayor.”

  “Do tell.” Granny lit up like a morning glory; she was tickled pink to hear any and all gossip concerning O’Dell Burns since he beat her in the Sleepy Hollow mayoral election by only two votes.

  O’Dell’s sister, Bea Allen, had moved back to town to take over the funeral home while O’Dell spent all his time in his plush office at the courthouse.

  “This is on the down-low.” Charlotte gave the good ole Baptist nod that meant we were supposed to keep our mouths shut because she was about to give us some deep-fried small town gossip, but she obviously forgot she was talking to Granny. “I have had several of Burns’s customers come here and change their pre-need funeral arrangements.”

  Several of Burns’s? Her words twirled around in my head like a tornado. The more important question was why on earth would Burns’s customers drive all the way to Lexington for a funeral when everyone was in Sleepy Hollow and Eternal Slumber was an option.

  “They have?” Granny put her hand to her chest and sucked in. “Who?”

  “I’m not going to say, but let me tell you that I heard they put the wrong clothes on the wrong corpse.” Charlotte Rae’s grin was as big as the Grand Canyon. Granny clapped in delight like a little kid getting a piece of candy, turning my stomach in all sorts of directions at the sight. “Since I know you won’t tell”—Charlotte Rae leaned in and whispered—“Old man Ridley died and he was in some sort of the armed services. His family insisted he be buried in his hat. Also, Peggy Wayne was laid out in the room next to old man Ridley and her family wanted to make sure her family pearls were buried with her. When Ridley’s widow got there, he had on Peggy Wayne’s pearls and Peggy had on Ridley’s hat. Ridley’s widow jerked the hat off Peggy’s ice-cold body, taking her wig off with it.”

  Granny gasped in horror, only there was a twinkle in her eye of joy that shone greater than a flashlight, encouraging Charlotte Rae to continue her horrid tale.

  “Needless to say, it spread all over the gossip circles and here I am today”—she patted the files behind her on the desk—“working up new contracts.”

  “Why didn’t you send them to Emma Lee?” Granny asked. I was a bit relieved to see she was getting her wits about her.

  “I’m not going to turn down business.” Charlotte cackled. “I have to make a quota here in order to get my big bonus.”

  “The Grim Reaper must be busy because Emma Lee’s got ’em lined up four dead bodies deep waiting to be buried.” Granny was talking way too much. “There’s gonna be a lot of good eating coming up, that’s for sure.”

  Although Granny was flapping her jaws way too much, my mouth did water at the thought of the upcoming repass. That was one great thing I loved about our small southern town. Funerals were just as big social gatherings as a wedding. And all the locals put their differences aside to come together, bringing food and giving respect to the deceased. The repass was the meal after the funeral service. And Granny always brought homemade apple or cherry pie. Mmm, mmm, I could taste her buttery crust as if I was eating a piece.

  “Is that right, Emma Lee? Business is good?” Charlotte asked, bringing me out of my food dream. There was a trace of surprise on her face.

  “Now, Granny.” It was time. I put the envelope in front of Charlotte. “Granny is exaggerating.” I lied. There were five bodies, not four, and I wasn’t going to tell Charlotte Rae that business had picked up until she signed over her half of Eternal Slumber to me. “Here is the paperwork drawn up.”

  Charlotte Rae took it and carefully lifted the envelope flap. Gingerly she took the papers out and unfolded them, taking a glance at them.

  “I’ll look them over later.” She folded them back up and stuck them back in the envelope.

  “Later? How much later?” I demanded to know. “There is nothing in there but you giving up your half of the funeral home. You said you were done and it needs to be final.”

  “Calm down, Emma Lee.” Charlotte patted her palms down to the ground. “I’m going to sign them, but I want to show Granny around before it g
ets busy in here.”

  In my head, I jumped up and grabbed Charlotte by her long hair, flung her to the ground—breaking one of her nails of course—and forced her to sign the papers. In reality, I swallowed, grabbed the envelope off her desk and followed her and Granny out of the office.

  “Here is where we host some receptions.” Charlotte took us into a room filled with round tables and chairs. There was a serving buffet at the front of the room. The room was painted a pale yellow with dark brown crown molding and chair rail. The carpet was maroon with subtle yellow flecks that matched the walls. Pictures on the wall were paintings of retired Keeneland horses that probably cost more than I’ll earn in my entire lifetime.

  “For the funerals or the weddings?” Granny was getting caught up in the pageantry of the big funeral home center.

  “We do not have repasses here at Hardgrove’s.” Charlotte gestured around the room with her hands like she was one of those models on The Price Is Right. “We have a catered chef who prepares fruit trays, cheese plates and small dessert options, along with tea or coffee.”

  “Why do you need a chef for that?” I questioned, trying to find anything to make Charlotte look bad. “I mean, that’s what makes our small town so wonderful.” I reminded Charlotte of what she’d left behind. “I think it’s comforting how the Auxiliary women put their loving hands in making a special dish for the dearly departed’s family and we all come together to share in the family feel of it all.”

  Charlotte couldn’t deny that there was something special about a small town like Sleepy Hollow when it came to a death. Everyone put their differences aside, rallied around each other, supported each other. Not like this big building that seemed so cold and institutional.

  Charlotte ignored me and continued telling Granny about how they also used it for wedding receptions along with any other celebration they could think of.

  “We have a lot of baby showers too.” Charlotte squeezed her shoulders up to her ears in delight. “I just love those.”

  “Baby showers?” Granny drew back. All five foot four inches of her small frame froze. “Charlotte Rae, didn’t we raise you better than that?”

 

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