The Gifted and Cursed: Trinity Jones Psychic Paranormal investigator, #1

By Melody Lynch

 

Trinity Jones has what some call a gift, but to her, it's a curse. She can see dead people. She does her best to drown the spirits out with hard whiskey and loud music. When she is arrested after a bar fight, a spirit comes forward asking for help. But this is the type of case that destroys even the most seasoned detective. Will Trinity help the spirit, or will she be dragged into the shadows? Find out in this short story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Spicy Scorpio Publishing
• Release date: Nov 27, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223806790

Book preview

The door squeaked even though I opened it slowly, but it still squeaked loudly. The light above the stove was on, but the rest of the house was dark and silent. I tiptoed towards my aunt’s bedroom and gently pushed open the door. She was fast asleep across her bed.

I leaned over and kissed her forehead.

She stirred but didn’t open her eyes.

Hey, baby. How was work? she asked in a groggy voice.

It was good, Auntie.

I hadn’t meant to wake her, but I knew she was waiting on me anyway. he couldn’t rest until she knew I was safe even though I was an adult.

She nodded her head before turning away and snuggling under the covers.

I tiptoed down the hallway to my bedroom, threw my gym bag onto the floor and flopped onto my bed. It had been a good night. I cleaned up in tips, and none of the customers got too drunk or rowdy, no one jumping on the stage trying to cop a feel. Stripping at Mac’s was a great place to make fast cash, but we all know the saying easy come, easy go but not for me. Every week, I stashed my tips into my checking account because I was saving up for a down payment. I wanted to get me and Aunt Niecey a new house. I was still going through the first-time home buyers’ program, but I was almost done with the classes, and I was going to be ready when the time came.

I wanted to make sure that we had enough for Aunt Niecey to have the house of her dreams. It was the least I could do. She had given up her entire life to take care of me.

Thoughts of my rocky childhood started to cloud my mind. I didn’t want to go there tonight, so I reached under the bed and wrapped my hands around the neck of the whiskey bottle. A few big swigs of alcohol took the edge off and pushed the memories back just a little. I knew soon the whiskey would lull me into a drunken sleep. Hopefully, it would be one without dreams.

My phone