Chapter Five
‘A ghost tour?’ Kirsty said doubtfully, when Maura rang her on Friday morning. ‘Why on earth would I want to go on a ghost tour?’
Maura considered how much information to share and decided on full disclosure. ‘I ran into someone I went to school with and he told me he owns a walking business here in Edinburgh. So I thought I’d go along and wondered if you fancied it too.’
Her sister was quiet for a moment. ‘Why don’t you go with Zoe?’
Zoe had been Maura’s first thought too, but she wasn’t entirely sure she could trust her not to spend the entire tour whispering inappropriate comments. She’d asked all the same, and been slightly relieved when Zoe had said no. ‘She’s away this weekend.’
‘Jamie?’
Maura sighed. Jamie had been her second thought, and her contemplation had lasted all of fifteen seconds. ‘Because he’d hate it. You know how he feels about tourists at the best of times – imagine if I forced him to rub shoulders with them.’
Kirsty couldn’t argue with that. ‘There’d probably be a murder,’ she acknowledged. ‘But at least your school friend would have another grisly crime to talk about.’
‘Jamie has a game on Saturday anyway, so he won’t want to spend his Friday evening traipsing around town chasing spirits,’ Maura added. ‘Not that kind of spirit, at any rate.’
‘No,’ Kirsty conceded and Maura thought she almost had her. ‘What’s he like, this old school friend? Am I going to be bored to tears?’
Maura pictured him as she’d seen him the day before, illuminated by a shaft of sunlight, all golden haired and bearded and radiating a charm she wasn’t even sure he knew he had.
Kirsty had been four years above them at school.
There was little chance she would remember Fraser, so she wouldn’t be swayed by nostalgia, but she appreciated an attractive man when she saw one.
‘I think it’s safe to say you won’t be bored,’ Maura said, crossing her fingers and hoping she wasn’t overestimating his charisma.
‘Okay, I’ll come,’ Kirsty grudgingly agreed. ‘But you owe me.’
‘Of course,’ Maura said, and smiled. ‘Hey, you can collect those soup bowls I slaved over for you.’
‘Point taken,’ Kirsty grumbled. ‘But I’ll get the bowls another day. I’m not going to risk them getting smashed by some malevolent spook.’
Maura hesitated. Should she tell her sister about the proposal Fraser had put forward?
She hadn’t mentioned it to Jamie – in fact, she hadn’t mentioned Fraser at all.
The York ghost he had given her was tucked away in a bedside drawer, where its glow-in-the-dark face could not trouble her.
It wasn’t that she was keeping the visit from Jamie, more that she was sure he’d dismiss the whole ghost idea out of hand, would tell her it was beneath her and then she’d find it hard to justify spending any more time thinking about it.
In actual fact, she could see the appeal of themed ghosts made to order for the tour.
The York company might be well established and very successful but that didn’t mean they had a monopoly on highly desirable, limited edition ceramic ghosts.
And as she’d already told Fraser, she couldn’t match their slick production methods; anything she made would be considerably less polished and therefore could not be seen as trespassing on their patch.
She was more than two hundred miles away, for a start.
‘I’ll bring the bowls over on Sunday instead,’ she said.
‘Thanks. Do you want to meet for food tomorrow?’ Kirsty asked. ‘I can get Doug to collect the kids and put them to bed.’
‘Sounds like a plan,’ Maura said. Her niece and nephew were adorable but both were picky eaters and she suspected Kirsty would be glad of a night off. ‘My treat.’
‘I’ll book Georgie’s,’ her sister said. ‘Is five-thirty too early?’
The restaurant was one of Maura’s favourites, off the beaten track and serving delicious food made with locally sourced produce. It was not cheap. ‘Perfect,’ she replied, trying not to wince. ‘See you then.’
‘Great,’ Kirsty said, her tone much more enthusiastic. ‘Always best to hunt ghosts on a full stomach.’
Maura rang off and checked her banking app, pleased to see Fraser’s payment for the bowl had been deposited in her account, boosting her balance.
That meant she could afford to take her sister to Georgie’s without dipping into the account she and Jamie shared.
It wouldn’t have been a problem if she had – Jamie was used to her fluctuating income and never questioned anything she paid for from the joint account.
But it was nice to be able to treat Kirsty all on her own, and somehow it seemed fitting that it was Fraser’s purchase that enabled her to do it.
It wasn’t raining as Maura and Kirsty arrived at the Mercat Cross around quarter past seven that evening but the air was cold and laced with fog.
The pavements around St Giles’ cathedral were slick with moisture and it was impossible to see further than ten metres along the Royal Mile.
Perfect weather for a ghost hunt, Maura decided as she wrapped her scarf more securely around her neck.
On a night like this it was easy to believe claims that Edinburgh was the most haunted city in the world; Maura could certainly imagine a sinister spirit or two clustered in the deep shadows around the cathedral.
Fraser looked pleased when he caught sight of her.
She hadn’t contacted him to say she was coming and if he was surprised that she’d brought a guest, he didn’t show it.
Instead, he gave a little wave to show he’d seen them, and returned his attention to the couple before him, whose tickets he had been checking.
Waving them past to stand beside the towering stone monument, he moved on to the next people in the queue.
She was a little taken aback to see him turning a few people away.
‘I’m sorry but we’re completely sold out this evening,’ she heard him say.
‘Our numbers are limited to twenty, to ensure I can keep everyone safe in the event of paranormal attack.’
The deadly earnest with which he spoke made Maura smile and, beside her, she knew Kirsty would have raised eyebrows, but the couple lapped up the excuse and eagerly pulled out their phones to book for the following evening.
‘You’re popular,’ she said admiringly, when Fraser eventually made his way across to them to say hello.
‘We sell out most evenings,’ he said, without even a hint of self-satisfaction. ‘But it’s great to see you both. Nice to meet you, Kirsty.’
‘And you,’ Kirsty said, offering what Maura knew to be her most charming smile. ‘Maura has told me all about you.’
Fraser turned faintly reproachful eyes towards Maura. ‘You didn’t tell her about Louis, did you?’
Maura laughed. ‘I didn’t realise it was a secret.
But no – I hadn’t mentioned it, although I’m obviously going to have to tell her now.
’ She glanced across at the tree that stood a little distance away, where another tour guide was gathering his group around him.
‘I thought you might be dressed up,’ she said, nodding towards the man with his ghostly white face and heavy black cloak.
‘No need,’ he said easily. ‘Each to their own but I prefer a simple lantern and the power of the imagination to bring my ghosts to life. And speaking of which, we should probably get started.’ He waved them both towards the rest of the group and raised his voice.
‘Please, huddle close together. You’ll be safer that way. ’
‘No wonder you were so keen to come,’ Kirsty murmured as they joined the edge of the small crowd. ‘Did he look like that at school?’
‘No,’ Maura lied, grateful when Fraser began to speak and saved her from the full force of her sister’s disbelieving look.
‘Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Dead Famous Ghost Tour. This evening, we will be exploring some of Edinburgh’s most haunted streets and, along the way, I’ll introduce you to some of her most infamous spirits.
You’ll hear about Stuart the Slice, the grisly butcher who wasn’t too fussy about where he got his meat.
You’ll learn about Dr George Rae, who stalked the city’s plague-stricken streets in a hook-nosed mask with his rusty knife, ready to lance the boils of the poor.
’ He paused to let an ominous silence spread.
‘We’ll pass over long-abandoned streets that run beneath the city and maybe, if you listen, you’ll hear the screams of those who were walled in down there and left to die.
But what you won’t hear about is any kind of cute little ghost dog. This is not that kind of tour.’
Maura listened, spellbound in spite of herself. He had the entire audience in the palm of his hand, plus a few more bystanders who had stopped to listen. No wonder he hadn’t bothered with a costume, she thought with a sideways glance at Kirsty. He didn’t need one.
‘I must warn you that this walking tour takes in some of the city’s darkest wynds and most twisted alleyways,’ he went on solemnly.
‘You may be required to run at any moment. It is not a tour for the faint-hearted, nor for the afflicted of limb. If either description applies to you then tell me now, because I must warn you, in the event of a supernatural assault, we may not be able to come back for you if you fall behind.’
‘Bloody hell, I’m almost scared,’ Kirsty whispered in Maura’s ear. ‘Should I tell him about my dodgy knee?’
Maura hid a smile. Growing up, Kirsty had always acted as though being the eldest gave her the right to boss her younger sister around.
As they’d reached adulthood, it had morphed into a conviction that she was always right.
It was quite enjoyable to see her out of her comfort zone for once.
‘Don’t worry,’ Maura whispered back. ‘I’ll protect you. ’
‘Brilliant,’ Kirsty muttered. ‘We’re both doomed.’