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Eighty-year-old Alice Mudd kind of bounced off the door of Once Upon a Vine Books & Wine, realized it was locked, then began to use her fist to pound on the glass.
“Hang on, Alice.”
So much for getting out of there anytime soon. Natalie knew she should have waited to put those books on the front table until the morning.
Natalie flipped the deadbolt and Alice burst in like a whirlwind saying, “You’re on.”
“On what?” Natalie asked.
“On the show. You got cast!”
The show? As in Ghost House?
Natalie frowned. “How do you know?” Did they post the cast online already?
“They mailed you,” Alice said.
Natalie frowned deeper as she, for the first time since Alice’s grand entrance, noticed the envelopes clutched in the old woman’s hand. “Did you open my mail?”
“No, the post lady just handed it to me right outside.” Alice thrust the stack of junk mail and bills at her. “The acceptances came in the other kind of mail.”
Other kind of mail? Like by Fed Ex?
Confused, she was about to inquire what other kind of mail Alice meant when Harper skidded to a stop and pushed open the front door.
Harper pinned Alice with her gaze. “Did you already tell her? And how did you get here faster than me?”
“Battery-power, baby. My new electric trike goes twenty miles per hour,” Alice bragged.
“You both know I got on the show?” Natalie asked. “How?”
Harper cringed. “I’m so sorry, Nat, but once I saw my acceptance I couldn’t stand it. I had to check yours. So I logged into the shop’s email account to see if you got accepted too. And you did! Go check your email.”
Ah, that other kind of mail.
Natalie guessed this was what she got for giving Harper the log-in to the business email account when she’d watched the shop with Jules so she and Liam could get away together.
She was still trying to digest all the information coming at her in rapid fire over the course of less than five minutes. She was on the show. Harper was on the show.
Natalie turned to Alice. “Alice? What about you?”
They’d all applied together. Then, it had seemed like on a lark. Now, not so much.
“I’m in! I texted Harper as soon as I saw I got on. We’re gonna be stars! Ooo, have that hottie boyfriend of yours check his mail too.”
Natalie shook her head. “No. Remember, Alice, Liam didn’t apply.”
Harper’s aunt Agnes had refused too, along with Stone.
Turns out it was a good thing they hadn’t sent in an audition video or they might have been chosen too.
Although Natalie couldn’t figure out what the producers were looking for in their cast members because she, Harper and Alice couldn’t be more different.
Maybe that was exactly the point. What a rag tag group they made.
Natalie shook her head. “I can’t believe the three of us made it.”
She saw Ghost Gabe’s satisfied expression as he watched the interaction and, hoping he’d just fall through the wall so she didn’t have to see his smug face, angled herself away from him to focus on Harper and Alice.
“I know! It’s amazing,” Harper agreed with a lot more excitement than Natalie had shown.
“It had to be the videos I submitted for all of us,” Alice said.
Natalie turned to Alice. “I thought we all submitted our own videos. I know I did.”
“Yup. I saw and they all stunk. That’s why I had to fix it.”
“Alice,” Natalie began, her tone low with suspicion. “What did you do?”
“Give your computer the boot and I’ll show you,” Alice said, heading toward the cash register where Natalie’s shop computer lived on the counter. “The whole casts’ audition videos are on the website.”
Natalie followed Alice and booted up—or gave it the boot as Alice had said—the computer she’d already shut down.
Just fifteen minutes ago she’d been so excited to be done with her workday. Now she was filled with dread as the screen came to life and she punched in the URL both she and the browser window remembered from her many visits over the past two weeks or so.
And there she was. Listed among those selected for the cast was her picture next to Harper, Alice and—crud—Liam.
“Alice! You submitted for Liam?” Natalie asked in shock.
“We needed Hottie McDoc to round out the video. I’m telling you, the video is why we all got on. You gotta tell a story. See? Watch.”
Natalie watched in horror as Alice’s arthritis riddled finger hit the mouse and the video attached to Liam’s photo began to play.
“How did you get all those pictures of him?” Natalie asked.
Including his service photo from when he’d been in the Army.
“It’s the age of the internet, Natalie. Everything is online. Keep up,” Alice said, pale blue eyes still trained on the video, set to music and with narration, still playing on the computer screen.
It had to have been created by cobbling together still photos, cell phone video and even what looked like doorbell camera footage but the damn thing looked professionally made.
When it ended, Natalie turned to Alice. “How did you do this?”
“I sweet talked that hot young Morgan boy,” Alice said proudly.
“Stone’s brother Boone?” Harper asked.
Alice nodded. “Yeah, he got his wife to make it.”
“Sarah runs a marketing firm,” Harper explained to Natalie.
“Anyway, she’s a whiz with this stuff,” Alice continued. “She put all of you in the video I submitted with my application and made one for your hottie. It got us on the show, didn’t it?”
For better or worse, it certainly had.
That worse part came to fruition pretty fast as the back door banged.
“I’m on freaking Ghost House?” Liam bellowed from her apartment in the back of the building. “Natalie! Where are you? What did you do?”
“Oh, good. He got the mail.” Alice grinned.
Keep reading CADAVER LAB 3: Spirited Shenanigans if you love:
- Grumpy Alpha Male Hero
- Amateur Sleuth Heroine
- Quirky Octogenarian
- Mystery, Murder & Mayhem
- Romantic Comedy Laughs
- And some of the most entertaining ghosts you ll ever met!
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ I started the book and started smiling from page one, and couldn t stop smiling and laughing until I finished it. I truly love that wacky little town and its cast of kooky characters.
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