The Ghostly Grounds: Murder and Breakfast (Canine Casper Cozy Mystery #1)

by Sophie Love

thirty-nine-year-old woman working at a pet salon that catered to the rich and narcissistic.

June had many mottos for life, one of which had been: “When the angel Lucifer fell from heaven, he landed in technology.”

She didn’t know if there was a single word for the sensation of feeling like you were going back home to a place that wasn’t actually home, but that’s what she felt. She figured there was a Japanese word for it because the Japanese had a word for everything.

Aunt June telling her that once shells were too far away from the ocean for too long, it lost its ties to the water and, therefore, was unable to remember the sound. This particular conch shell, though, according to Aunt June, would occasionally play Elvis Presley’s “Blue Suede Shoes” if you listened hard enough.

You’re thinking big-girl thoughts. She nearly laughed out loud as this unexpected little saying filled her head. It was something her father used to tell her whenever she started questioning something, or bringing up doubts about what she’d learned in school. Marie had been the one kid in school who, in first grade, had quickly pointed out that maybe Christopher Columbus wasn’t the big hero he was made out to be, but instead, a bully that kinda sorta took stuff that wasn’t his.

“When you’re my age, you have to keep one in order to get by some days.

That’s how she met Brendan Peck—a moment she’d look back on later as one of the most pivotal conversations of her life.

Jackson Hanks, my cameraman and tech-guru extraordinaire. And this busy fellow with all of his attention on his phone is my personal assistant, Ryan Kellerman.”

Anyone that makes a living by tearing down the work of others is shameful.”