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    Lotus Ghost
    Lotus Ghost
    Lotus Ghost
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    Lotus Ghost

    By Diane Mitchell

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    Brittney Tucker has just escaped from a disastrous relationship. She feels she has nowhere to go and has no hope for a solid future.

    As she tries to adjust to a new life, she is haunted by ghosts. Are they ghosts of the past? What she doesn't know is some ghosts are "sent" by a serial killer who has chosen Brittney as his next victim.

    Lt. Brad Barnett is new in homicide, yet why was he so interested in a few random missing person cases? He wasn't sure until clues were found that lead him to realize that the missing persons were victims of a serial killer. Who and when would he strike next?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPage Publishing, Inc.
    Release dateSep 12, 2022
    ISBN9781662474385
    Lotus Ghost
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    Diane Mitchell

    I was born in Epsom in Surrey, in a small cottage on the edge of the Downs. My two younger sisters and I shared a very special pet; it was a little pinkpig we named Diggy. He lived in the front yard. That little pig gave us all so much pleasure and happiness, watching his playful antics that he inspired me to write my story books. This book is full of adventures and funny moments, and I hope you all enjoy it. I have many stories to tell and have enjoyed reading them to my children over the years.Happy reading!

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      Lotus Ghost - Diane Mitchell

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      Lotus Ghost

      Diane Mitchell

      Copyright © 2022 Diane Mitchell

      All rights reserved

      First Edition

      PAGE PUBLISHING

      Conneaut Lake, PA

      First originally published by Page Publishing 2022

      ISBN 978-1-6624-7437-8 (pbk)

      ISBN 978-1-6624-7438-5 (digital)

      Printed in the United States of America

      Table of Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Chapter 21

      Chapter 22

      Chapter 23

      Chapter 24

      About the Author

      To my husband, Rex, who wants me to write as much as I can. And to Julie who enjoys reading everything I've written!

      Prologue

      He stood next to his sacrificial table, looking at the newly massacred woman. She had practically come to him, a marvelous plan working out marvelously. And now his sacrifice was over. Satan would be happy.

      This was his least favorite time. He loved the preparation. He loved the excitement of the hunt. He loved the fight, the screams. He loved the oozing of the blood. Now, he was done.

      He had to get rid of the body. Like the others in the past, he needed to be careful; no prints, no hairs, no DNA. The police and their finest forensics haven't found him yet, and they weren't going to.

      He knew how to bury the bodies. Only once had one been found, but that was his first, and he wouldn't make that mistake again. Still, even with that one, he couldn't be found.

      Just like in other cities, he had sacrificed women. He had learned, and a few times, he had almost been discovered. But he had always escaped detection. Now he was even better at hiding the bodies and not leaving any evidence.

      He wasn't sure if his Master was happy with the past few sacrifices. He seemed to be demanding them more frequently.

      But now he had a good idea who his next victim would be. He wouldn't need her for a while. He was sure Satan would be happy with this one. He would still get her ready, and when Satan was ready, he would summon her.

      Chapter 1

      Brittney Tucker felt her life was over at the ripe old age of thirty. She had lost her job. Now she had to rent this dumpy, messy, dirty little hovel called a house. It was located in a neighborhood that looked like it was built in the 1800s. Even her house had the feeling of being old and forgotten—definitely forgotten. She wondered when the last time anyone lived in it or when it was even cleaned.

      And all this because of a nasty divorce. Greg, her ex, took all he could. She was the one who got an education. She worked, earned the money, and paid the bills. If bills had been up to him, they'd be homeless by now. He had an education too, but she was sure some of his education was more on the laundering side than on the clean side.

      It should be the house she's living in. He treated her like a slave, and at the end of the day, he would beat her up. The beatings had gotten worse. He said it was because she had been pregnant, and he didn't want the child. He also said it was because she had discovered his laundering, which she had no idea what specifics he was involved in.

      She tried to get away from him. How he found her when she felt buried in Chicago was beyond her understanding. She moved from apartment to apartment and house to house, but he still seemed to be able to find her. When he did, he came just to shout at her then beat her up. She tried to file a restraining order, but it only infuriated him more. She tried filing legal action, but somehow, he got out of them.

      What hurts the most was the unborn child she had lost—a girl. She wanted a daughter so bad. Greg seemed to want a boy and had no use for a girl. But when she lost it, he said it was a good thing because he didn't feel like raising a child. She had been seven months along, the child being more than just a heartbeat. You could see features. She felt the baby kick. She had a closeness to this child more than anything she had ever felt.

      Sex? She didn't get it, but she knew every prostitute in town got his services. She should be happy to be rid of a tramp like him. She was, but she didn't want to lose the rest.

      She was able to escape with most of her savings. Lawyers, and especially her useless ones, were expensive. How he also managed to get her lawyer on his side and help him in his means of getting her money and valuables, she couldn't understand. She had enough to pay for this low-cost housing for a few months before needing a job.

      She not only lost her belongings, but now she didn't have respect. Didn't care what happened to her. Didn't feel like even trying to do it all over again.

      She felt like this house—old, falling apart, and uncared for.

      She looked at her single suitcase. It contained what few items she felt she should keep. She had to get rid of the bad memories. She wanted a new life. This house wasn't the place, but it would have to do in the meantime.

      It was a two-story house. The first floor had a living room/dining area, a kitchen, and a laundry room. The main room had old furniture, not covered with sheets, as she had hoped but covered in dust. The ad had said it was furnished, but she saw the furnishings were sparse and old. The kitchen had only what was required, a stove, a sink, a fridge, and it was making a noise that let Brittney know it wasn't working well. The back door was at the end of the kitchen. Just before that, on the sidewall, was a door. She guessed it was a basement door. No way could she open it. It was locked, dead-bolted, and had a few other snaps and padlocks on it. She didn't care. She never liked basements. They gave her the willies. Many times she could only imagine the ooglie-booglies that lived in basements. This door would remain locked as long as she was in the house!

      She went up the stairs. Narrow, dark, and musty. The hallway had the smell of mold. Maybe even something dead. She could imagine many rats and mice having lived a full, long life up here, dying only of old age. She slowly moved to the first of three bedrooms. An old mattress on an old frame. She almost wondered if the mattress had straw in it. She dumped the suitcase onto the bed and looked around. A dresser with one drawer half-open. Broken mirror on top. Window greasy with curtains that were more rags than curtains.

      The bathroom wasn't much better. Toilet totally grungy. Disgusting to even look at, much less use. She wondered if water came out of the faucets or mud. She was afraid to try.

      She checked the other two rooms. They were full of old boxes, more dust, and the stronger scent of more mold and dead rodents. Even though she didn't find any, it smelled like dead rodents, and she wasn't about to look for any!

      She went back downstairs to the living room, deciding if she just lived in the kitchen, living room, bedroom, and bathroom, she might survive. She wiped the dust off the couch and sat down. The TV must have been made in 1960. Big, bulky, and with rabbit ears. Whoever heard of rabbit ears anymore? Did it even work? There was no remote. She had to walk up to it and push the power button. Something happened. It came on, didn't blow up, but no picture. Rabbit

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