Carolyn Haines - Wishbones

“Damn it!” I spoke aloud. “I’m getting damn sick and tired of this bullshit.” She was really pissing me off. I headed for the steep stairs that led to the beach. As far as I knew, there was no way off the beach except the stairs. I’d have her trapped, and then I meant to have a talk with her. I was sorry her mother was dead. I was sorry that she was so angry at her father that she’d ruin his career. But above all, I was tired of her playing dangerous games that could seriously harm some innocent person.

With a full head of steam, I charged down the steps and onto the beach. I was panting and sweating, even though the ocean breeze was cool. Far in the distance the woman beckoned me on. No matter how far I went, she was still ahead of me.

Either she was walking at the edge of the water, or she was a ghost. The fact that she left no footsteps registered on me with a chill.

In the distance, the waves pounded the rock formation shaped like a castle. White spray foamed over even the tallest outcropping, one that looked like a turret. It seemed she was going there, and I meant to catch her.

I put on a final burst of speed, so intent on catching her that I raced past a grove of trees that clung precariously to the cliff wall. With long, slender trunks, they seemed to reach out toward me in the moonlight, swaying in the breeze and causing shadows to dance and skitter on the sand.

The woman in the red dress ran ahead of me, stopping momentarily to turn and make sure I was following. I was gaining on her, and my anger was steadily increasing. Once I got hold of her-if it was Estelle, and I was pretty certain it was-I meant to shake some sense into her.

Dodging through the trees, I sprinted. I never heard anyone behind me. Not even a whisper of sound to alert me. The last thing I remembered was a blinding pain in my head and I dropped into unconsciousness before I hit the dirt.

The cold awakened me. That and the taste of salt. When my eyes opened, it took me a few moments to realize what had happened. Cold salt water washed over my feet and retreated, while spray doused my face and body. I couldn’t move my arms or legs, and my only company was a million stars that winked in a perfect velvet night and the empty stretch of beach. High above me, on the cliff, I knew the lights of the mansion were warm and welcoming. But I was a long, long way from safety.

I was tied to the castle rock on the edge of the ocean.

Bad enough, but it got worse. The tide was coming in.

My first attempt to yell taught me that the pounding of the surf completely drowned me out. No one would hear me, and with each wave that smashed on the rocks below, the water inched higher and higher.

I’d never stayed on the beach long enough to determine if the rock was completely submerged by the tide. I’d never asked anyone. Unless I managed to get myself untied, I was going to find out the hard way.

“Help!” I screamed. “Help!” No one could hear me, but there wasn’t anything else I could do.

From my blind side came the sound of a deep, warm chuckle. Whoever had knocked me unconscious and bound me to the rock was hanging around to watch-and laughing about it.

“Untie me, you bastard.” I sounded like Linda Blair in The Exorcist. “When I get loose, I’m going to cut your gizzard out and fry it up with some bologna.”

My only answer was another warm laugh.

It was impossible, but I knew that laugh! “Jitty?” I didn’t dare to believe it. I’d never known Jitty to leave Dahlia House. In my hour of need, had she come to save me?

“You sure know how to get your ass in hot water, or cold water in this instance.”

I couldn’t see her, but I knew it was her. “Untie me, Jitty. Thank God you came! I knew you wouldn’t really leave me. Not when I needed you.”

“You need something, but it may not be me.” She shimmered into being sitting on one of the rocks not two feet away. She wore an eye-popping bikini and diving tanks and gear and she carried a spear gun and a huge knife. Halle Berry as a Bond girl.

“Cut me loose, and then tell me what in the hell you’re doing with diving gear. You grew up in the Delta. Nobody in the Delta scuba dives.”

“Sarah Booth, you’re forgetting that I’m noncorporeal, as you keep insisting when you explain the rules of the Great Beyond to everyone.” She smiled. “I can’t untie you or cut you free.”

“Then do something else! I don’t care how you do it, just get me off this rock.”

“I’m here to give you comfort.”

“You’re here pissing me off as payback for leaving Dahlia House.”

“I’m not that kind of ghost, Sarah Booth. I’m not into extracting revenge. But I will say tick tock, Sarah Booth. You aren’t getting any younger and if you don’t pop out a young-un, what will happen to Dahlia House? I just don’t see you on the baby track in Hollywood and that’s been worrying me.”

The nice Jitty, so tender and kind when I’d been heartbroken about leaving Dahlia House, was gone. Bad Jitty was sitting in front of me.

“I won’t be alive to spawn if you don’t help.”

“Calm down, Sarah Booth, you won’t drown.”

The instant she said it, I did calm down. “How can you be so certain?”

“I know your friends. They’ll go to your room and when you aren’t there, they’ll hunt for you. When they open the front door, Sweetie will bound out into the night and track you. They’ll follow. Trust me, it’s a done deal.”

The water had risen to my waist, and I could only hope that Jitty had the wisdom of her years. If nothing else, she’d calmed me enough so that I was thinking clearly. With the water soaking the ropes that bound me, I might be able to get some stretch out of them. I began to wiggle my feet.

“That’s my girl. You ain’t no quitter, Sarah Booth. Remember that.”

“Thank you, Jitty. For coming. How did-”

“Don’t ask and I won’t tell. That’s the policy in the Great Beyond.” She leaned closer. “It’s like I told you, I’m never too far away. If you really need me, I’ll come.”

She was starting to fade. I didn’t want to be left alone. “Jitty! Where are you going?”

“I got a date with a handsome man. We’re gonna play 007. You’re not the only member of the Delaney family who can hang out with stars.”

She was gone. Just like that. Infuriating and terrifying all at once. And with her went all of my false courage. I was going to drown!

The sound of baying drifted to me, and my hope rose so rapidly that I gave myself a headache. It was hard to hear with the surf crashing around me, but I distinctly heard a hound-my hound. I’d recognize Sweetie’s voice anywhere.

“Sweetie! Sweetie Pie!”

Her lovely bark rode the wind to me.

Mixed in with the bays and the surf, I heard voices. Graf called out to Tinkie and I also heard the Spanish accent of Daniel Martinez. They were drawing closer-and with no time to lose. The tide was rising rapidly now, up to my chest. I focused on wiggling the ropes until I finally got one foot free.

I used that to push myself higher up the rock, hoping that the abrasion of the rope against the rock would free me.

“Sarah Booth!” Graf was running toward me not twenty yards behind Sweetie, who was in a dead gallop.

“Here! On the rock!”

“Get down!” Graf hollered.

For one split second I wanted to beat him. “I’m tied to the rock. Hurry!”

I didn’t think he could run faster, but that spurred him on. He was beside me, half running, half swimming. He didn’t waste time but went underwater to find the knots that held me.

When he came up sputtering, I could see that he was terrified for me.

“Martinez, hurry! Bring a knife.”