Gators and Garters (Miss Fortune Mystery, #18)

by Jana Deleon

Then something rattled inside the lean-to and I pulled out my gun just as a raccoon shot out and ran between my legs and into the woods. I jumped back from the lean-to, in case he was partying with friends, and Ida Belle and Gertie laughed. “Sure, you can laugh,” I said. “You never shot a hole in your roof over one of those things.” “That’s not entirely true,” Ida Belle said. “Not for all of us, anyway.” “How was I supposed to know it wasn’t a ghost in my attic?” Gertie said. “And I was shooting rock salt because that’s what those paranormal hunters do on television. It didn’t leave a hole in my roof. Not exactly.” “Why on earth would you assume you had a ghost in your attic instead of one of the many critters around here that seem to crave air-conditioning and a fully stocked pantry?” I asked. “I was being optimistic,” Gertie said. “Having a ghost would be a lot more interesting than a raccoon. Everyone gets raccoons in their attic at some point, but no one in Sinful has had a ghost.” “Maybe because they don’t exist,” Ida Belle said.