Shiver Me (eBook, ePUB) von Amarinda Jones

"Great-Aunt Zeta left me bones?" "Well it's a full, disassembled skeleton actually." The lawyer for Zeta Rose pushed the lid up on the big old leather suitcase. Violet Rose stared at the carefully placed bones in the navy blue velvet interior. Yep. They were bones all right. She knew her aunt had been crazy but a serial killer? "A real live, I mean dead, skeleton?" Her mouth was dry as she contemplated it. What am I supposed to do with that? Do I tell the police? Bury it? Say no thanks? Joseph Catchpole, the lawyer laughed at her dismay. "Well, I'm not sure how real it is. Even though there is...

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"Great-Aunt Zeta left me bones?" "Well it's a full, disassembled skeleton actually." The lawyer for Zeta Rose pushed the lid up on the big old leather suitcase. Violet Rose stared at the carefully placed bones in the navy blue velvet interior. Yep. They were bones all right. She knew her aunt had been crazy but a serial killer? "A real live, I mean dead, skeleton?" Her mouth was dry as she contemplated it. What am I supposed to do with that? Do I tell the police? Bury it? Say no thanks? Joseph Catchpole, the lawyer laughed at her dismay. "Well, I'm not sure how real it is. Even though there is a certificate of authenticity, it was certified in a time when anything could be forged for the right money. Your Aunt Zeta was somewhat a colorful woman and would have found much enjoyment out of something so unusual." He rustled around in the paperwork on his desk. "Ah, here it is." He handed her a piece of paper. It was a certificate of authenticity from a coroner. Oh this day just keeps getting weirder. Violet looked at the lawyer then the paper. He looked deadly serious. Was this normal for him or was he unshockable due to his profession? Were weird bequests normal for him? The date up at the top of the document said July 27, 1911. Holy crap. Who would have bones certified? And why wouldn't a coroner ask why the need to authenticate or did that happen a lot back then? The paperwork indicated the bones dated back to approximately the early seventeen hundreds. "Bizarro world," Violet murmured as she read on. Attached to the certificate was a list of people who had owned the bones. The last name was Zeta's. What the hell was that about? Why had so many people kept these bones? And why her aunt? "There is quite a history on this skeleton," he said. "Some say it belongs to a pirate who was the scourge of the Pacific and that there is a spell that can bring him to life." And some people are space cadets. "No doubt they believe the spell will provide them with a pirate's treasure." Some people had too much time on their hands. To believe in buried treasure was to believe in the tooth fairy as far as Violet was concerned. Nothing in her experience ever came easily in life and certainly not from bones or they would all be hanging out at the cemetery with shovels in hand. Catchpole laughed. "Well, yes actually many kept the bones because of the idea of a pirate's bounty." Had Zeta believed that? Violet knew her aunt was dramatic but basically sane in a New Age love-child way. Had she also been caught up in a romantic pirate's tale?

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