The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts VI – VIII & Epilogue - Sex Stories

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts VI – VIII & Epilogue

... priority list. The bodies were already identified and documented. Missing ashes twenty years later is just a paperwork exercise.”

“To Dorothy and Lorelei it’s a lot more than a paperwork exercise,” Mina said, frustration creeping into her voice. “We need those ashes if they’re ever going to be able to stop haunting an old bed and a couple of old pistols.”

“Agreed, but who’s going to believe us?” Lila said.

“Whatever strategy we work out, I think it probably needs to involve putting the Helmsworth twins in front of Bart somehow,” I said. “Angelina, what can you tell us about Bart Dover?”

Angelina sighed. “Bart’s a tough nut to crack. He’s an electrician, been one all his life, and makes a pretty decent living. Not long after he murdered the Helmsworths, he married and had a son, Will. Though he was married, he remained a skirt-chaser – still is. His wife dumped him when Will was about five and took Will with her, though she only moved about a half hour away. Bart always had a mean streak, and that just made him meaner. After that, he made some half-hearted attempts to rekindle his relationship with me, but I gave him a hard no. When Will got a little older, he moved back in with his dad, as boys will often do. That softened Bart a good bit, but he never really recovered from the insult of losing his wife. Now that Will has graduated from college and got a place of his own, Bart is spending way too much time alone in that house, brooding. This is going to be ...

... tough.”

“Do you think he still has a thing for you?” Callie asked.

“Yes, a little,” Angelina replied. “He pops by the office every few weeks, ‘just to say hi’ as he puts it. He always acts real nice towards me, but he still has a temper with everyone else. And it’s not just that he’s reserved, I could deal with that. He’s short with anyone who’s not an attractive young woman. It’s too bad, he’s a nice-looking guy with a good job in a small town. They’re hard to come by.”

“Interesting,” Lila said. “When I went and talked to him, he seemed kind of quiet, but he was actively engaged in our conversation.”

“What were you wearing?” Angelina asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Did you show any skin?”

Lila chuckled. “Maybe a little…”

“Any personal interests, hobbies, etc?” I asked.

“He has a collection of about a dozen vintage firearms. For a steep price, he’s also the go-to guy for townsfolk who can’t pass a gun-buyer’s background check, if you catch my drift. He has a classic 80’s Trans Am Firebird he uses to try to pick up drunk college girls. Nice car, but no. Other than that, he just sits in that house, guzzles Buds, and watches ESPN.”

“Tits, cars, beer, and guns – a real man” Mina sneered. “I think we’ve got some things we can work with.”

We spent the next couple hours drawing up plans, then Angelina went home. The twins spent the evening with some friends going to see a movie, and Lila and I had a quiet night alone at home (besides the ghosts in the attic).

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