The New York Demons (Ghost Seekers Inc. #4)

Prologue.

Twenty-two weeks pregnant, and my stomach had popped at last. My smile grew as I rubbed my little potbelly and felt a responding flutter. The baby was active today. While secretly hoping for a boy, I honestly didn’t mind what I had.

I yawned and leaned back in my seat.

Sunny glanced over. “Are you okay?”

“No, I want turkey,” I complained, and Sunny laughed.

A few days ago, we had the best turkey dinner I’d ever eaten.

We’d been at the Christmas Village in the Beartooth Mountains, Wyoming, to investigate a haunting.

The small town was owned and managed by two of Connor’s friends, Fiona and Simon.

We’d solved the haunting, which had been a fun one, but none of us had realised how much we’d needed it until the end.

The previous two investigations had been heavy, so a light-hearted ghost hunt had been what the doctor ordered. And luckily, we’d received just that. Yesterday we’d flown back, spent the night in the tour bus, restocked everything, and headed out this morning.

We were heading to the previously scheduled investigation, and I had a bad feeling about this one.

There were two sites, and I needed to split the team to investigate each site.

One was famous for its Headless Horseman hauntings.

That was something I longed to discover the truth about.

The second location was the House of Horrors, based in Amityville.

That was the one that raised concerns for me.

It had been quiet for decades, but activity was being reported again. Something was stirring.

“Callie?” Sunny prodded, concerned, and I glanced across.

“What?”

“Babe, I asked if you wanted to stop for a turkey sandwich?”

“Sorry, I was thinking about the investigation.”

“You’re worried.”

“Yes. Something nasty is waiting.” I continued to rub my belly, feeling on edge but confident in my team.

“Fine, we’re turning around,” Sunny stated.

I laughed. My husband!

“There’s a highly recommended deli on the way to Queensborough Community College. Stop there.” I really needed a turkey sandwich with lashings of gravy. The baby reacted, and I patted my belly.

I beamed at Sunny, and he looked terrified.

“I’ll get the turkey sandwich,” he promised.

“That’s my hubby.”

“Never call me that again!” Sunny growled, and I giggled. I loved riling him up. It made life fun!