The Helena Diaries - Trouble in Mudbug (Ghost-in-Law Series Novellas) by Jana DeLeon
Authors: Jana DeLeon
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suit.
Let me just say that boxing shorts and a suit top are not a good look.
I tried to work up some indignation at Luc for spitting out his soda when he saw me, but it was hard to get indignant over a bad reaction when you sorta agreed with it.
Maryse went into research mode when we got back from the hotel and banned both of us from the office. As I am invisible, Luc sent me outside to patrol, so I spent the rest of the night circling the hotel like a shark.
I know it’s not possible, but I swear, I feel a blister on my right foot.
Trouble in Mudbug—Chapter Fourteen and Fifteen
Wherein Helena is offended…again
Between all the pacing around the hotel and the paranormal television marathon I indulged in after Maryse went to bed, I managed to get my outfit back to tolerable standards. Jeans and the Nikes were a welcome relief, and I threw in a bit of creativity with a T-shirt that read “I see dead people.”
And everyone thinks I don’t have a sense of humor.
Maryse, Mildred, Luc, and the psychic nut had just started a morning meeting when I strolled through the wall and took a seat. Maryse’s news on the commonality of the poison likely used to kill me was disappointing, especially given everything we’d gone through to get my medical records. But we had to keep moving forward.
Once Mildred left the room, the psychic nut surprised me by saying she knew I was in the room. For a second, I thought maybe she was the real deal and could see me too, but then she pointed out the unfortunate expression Maryse adopts every time I’m around. The nut complained about the unfairness of the situation—her being the “alleged” psychic and being the only one in the room unable to see me—but Luc and Maryse convinced her it was a good thing.
Assholes.
I figured with the poison being a dead end, Maryse was out of ideas, but she surprised me by saying we needed to find Hank. Given that he was the person who’d benefit most from her untimely death, it sounded like a reasonable request to me, even if I didn’t think it was possible.
Unfortunately, Maryse already had a plan for locating Hank, and it included me spying on Harold. The last I’d seen of Harold was when he’d been yelling at the Lower Bayou Motel clerk that he’d be leaving for New Orleans the next day. I figured Maryse would never find Harold in New Orleans, so the threat was low. But then she said Mildred was getting a line on Harold, and I started to worry.
Mildred was like a dog with a bone when she wanted something, and as she considered Maryse her daughter, she’d probably shift heaven and earth if required. I flat-out refused to sit around watching Harold and whatever floozy he’d taken up with since the will-reading. And do you know what Maryse did?
She threatened to have the psychic nut perform an exorcism on me!
I know I’m not a demon—at least, I’m pretty sure—but what if it could hurt me in some way? What if the nut messing around with dark stuff caused them to drag me to hell?
Harold and his floozies or hell.
When I got off earth, I intended to bend God’s ear about some of his children. Seriously bend.
Trouble in Mudbug—Chapter Sixteen
Wherein Helena is reunited with her husband
Well, it just figures. Mildred located Harold and small surprise that he hasn’t left the fleabag motel even though he said he would. Likely, he found having no money an obstacle to moving. Maryse is going to have Wheeler call about a fake document she’s drawing up, giving up her rights to the land, thereby passing them to Hank. She thinks it will prompt Harold to lead us to Hank.
I don’t want to think that my son is involved with trying to kill his wife, but if Harold is driving the bus, I suppose anything is possible.
The whole thing started off wrong. First off, Maryse wouldn’t let me sit in the front seat, claiming it would look like the nut was chauffeuring her around. She had a point, but I was
Let me just say that boxing shorts and a suit top are not a good look.
I tried to work up some indignation at Luc for spitting out his soda when he saw me, but it was hard to get indignant over a bad reaction when you sorta agreed with it.
Maryse went into research mode when we got back from the hotel and banned both of us from the office. As I am invisible, Luc sent me outside to patrol, so I spent the rest of the night circling the hotel like a shark.
I know it’s not possible, but I swear, I feel a blister on my right foot.
Trouble in Mudbug—Chapter Fourteen and Fifteen
Wherein Helena is offended…again
Between all the pacing around the hotel and the paranormal television marathon I indulged in after Maryse went to bed, I managed to get my outfit back to tolerable standards. Jeans and the Nikes were a welcome relief, and I threw in a bit of creativity with a T-shirt that read “I see dead people.”
And everyone thinks I don’t have a sense of humor.
Maryse, Mildred, Luc, and the psychic nut had just started a morning meeting when I strolled through the wall and took a seat. Maryse’s news on the commonality of the poison likely used to kill me was disappointing, especially given everything we’d gone through to get my medical records. But we had to keep moving forward.
Once Mildred left the room, the psychic nut surprised me by saying she knew I was in the room. For a second, I thought maybe she was the real deal and could see me too, but then she pointed out the unfortunate expression Maryse adopts every time I’m around. The nut complained about the unfairness of the situation—her being the “alleged” psychic and being the only one in the room unable to see me—but Luc and Maryse convinced her it was a good thing.
Assholes.
I figured with the poison being a dead end, Maryse was out of ideas, but she surprised me by saying we needed to find Hank. Given that he was the person who’d benefit most from her untimely death, it sounded like a reasonable request to me, even if I didn’t think it was possible.
Unfortunately, Maryse already had a plan for locating Hank, and it included me spying on Harold. The last I’d seen of Harold was when he’d been yelling at the Lower Bayou Motel clerk that he’d be leaving for New Orleans the next day. I figured Maryse would never find Harold in New Orleans, so the threat was low. But then she said Mildred was getting a line on Harold, and I started to worry.
Mildred was like a dog with a bone when she wanted something, and as she considered Maryse her daughter, she’d probably shift heaven and earth if required. I flat-out refused to sit around watching Harold and whatever floozy he’d taken up with since the will-reading. And do you know what Maryse did?
She threatened to have the psychic nut perform an exorcism on me!
I know I’m not a demon—at least, I’m pretty sure—but what if it could hurt me in some way? What if the nut messing around with dark stuff caused them to drag me to hell?
Harold and his floozies or hell.
When I got off earth, I intended to bend God’s ear about some of his children. Seriously bend.
Trouble in Mudbug—Chapter Sixteen
Wherein Helena is reunited with her husband
Well, it just figures. Mildred located Harold and small surprise that he hasn’t left the fleabag motel even though he said he would. Likely, he found having no money an obstacle to moving. Maryse is going to have Wheeler call about a fake document she’s drawing up, giving up her rights to the land, thereby passing them to Hank. She thinks it will prompt Harold to lead us to Hank.
I don’t want to think that my son is involved with trying to kill his wife, but if Harold is driving the bus, I suppose anything is possible.
The whole thing started off wrong. First off, Maryse wouldn’t let me sit in the front seat, claiming it would look like the nut was chauffeuring her around. She had a point, but I was
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