I looked up from my iPad in the paranormal office. The sound of the mailman driving away caught my attention. My coffee cup was empty anyway, so I headed for the lobby, by way of the kitchen.
Lisa sorted the mail, and it looked like everything was for her and her radio show. It usually is.
I grabbed coffee and turned back toward my office. The sound of a heavy door closing caught my attention.
A large man in a rumpled shirt and tie climbed from an aged Cadillac sedan. You couldn’t miss the head of red hair.
“Oh, crap, it’s that guy. Hide!”
“What guy?” Lisa asked.
The front door opened and he stepped inside. “How ya doing? Name’s Herring, Red Herring.” He held out a hand.
I shook his hand, and it was sticky. I must have looked at my palm.
He held out a handkerchief. “Sorry about…
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