Dead Wives Tell Tales
Chapter 1
Stale cigarette smoke, beer, and body odor assaulted Daniel's nose as he stepped into the bar 3 blocks from his apartment. He looked around nodding to a few of the regulars as he made his way to his normal table; he had been coming to this bar since his old man had bought him his first beer. The crowd was usually keeping to their cliques and that suited him fine, he only came here for three reasons: cheap woman, cheaper beer, and ghosts.
Daniel had been born with the gift of whispers. He had started helping ghosts when he was about 9 years old, small stuff at first; delivering a message, reminding someone where a will was, what ever he could do to help them move on. When he went to war a few years after 9/11 things changed: the peaceful ghosts disappeared, and in their absences came the vengeful ghosts. Before he left for Iraq his mother had warned him that once you take someone's life whether intentional or not, your aura changes and it attracts those who can't move on due to anger. "You can no longer help the ones so easily led to peace my son; you will have to atone for the blood on your hands by helping those who have also suffered. They will not rest until blood has been spilled."
At first he paid no attention to his mother's warnings but then a month after his first kill he saw the ghost of a 14 year old girl. Her clothes were ripped, her face was warped and swollen, half of her body was burned to a crisp, what wasn't burned was covered in blood. He had learned that in the ciaos of her village being attached a neighbor had raped her, when the men of the village had found out; they stoned her to an inch of her life and set her on fire. So Daniel found and killed the man that raped her. As she thanked him and moved on, Daniel felt a peace settle over him, and he knew that was what he was mean to do.
When Daniel returned home, he put out a word for any ghost interested in revenge or Justice to meet him at this bar at 8pm any night, and so for the last 5 years he had sat at this table every night waiting on someone who may need him.
Daniel saw a few ghost hanging out around the pool tables and he wondered if he would have any business tonight but before he could make eye contact, Delilah walked over to his table took his order and left. Delilah had been his regular waitress and fuck buddy for a few years now, she was 22 years old, tall about 5'11, athletically built with curves in all the right places, man she had the body of a stripper which was probably because she was on the volleyball team at her college. He had ridden her a few times in the past so he could testify to her agility and endurance and just the thought of an all night made his dick harden.
He turned back to the ghosts and watched them until Delilah showed back up with his beer, food, and a note that said 9. He looked up at her and smiled letting her know that yep he was in the mood for a round and would wait for her to get off. With excitement running through his veins he started in on his dinner.
Half way through his burger he caught the scent of honey apple blossoms and felt the air cool around him. He looked up and saw one of the most gorgeous women he had ever seen, or would have if she had still been alive. "Word on the street is that you are the man to ask for help?" She said coming to stand in front of him.
Daniel looked her slowly from head to toe, about 5'9, soft golden hair that cascaded down her back in soft spiral curls, sharp amber colored eyes, full set of pink lips that any dick would beg to be sucked by, she had a long graceful neck and elegant shoulders and arms. She had a rack that you could balance shit on, those DDs made his mouth water. As he went lower he noticed she was petite for her height and rack size but the way her skirt squeezed her firm ass so tightly that he knew her ass would feel nice in his hands. What a shame that she was dead, a body like that should be appreciated.
"Excuse me, if you are finished undressing me with your eyes, I would like to discuss getting your help." The ghost lady said heatedly. Daniel smiled she had some fire in her, and thought it would have been fun to take her to his bed. Seeing the look of impatience on her face, He made a hand motion inviting her to sit across from him.
As she took her seat Daniel noticed that her shirt was unbuttoned low enough he could she the top of her cleavage. "Who do you need me to kill?" Daniel asked as he took another bit out of his burger.
"Oh, I don't want you to kill anyone, I need you to talk to my ex husband for me." She said.
Daniel stopped mid chew and stared at her, after a moment. He swallowed and started, "Ma'am, I think you might be confused, I..."
"Mr. O'Conner, my name is Sidney Presley, and I am not confused, I understand you normally only take murder cases, but I need your help me stop my daughter from getting sicker." She interrupted, "that is what you whispers do right, help the dead?"
"That is what some whispers do, I avenge ghosts so they can move on, that is all. So where you murdered or raped?" Daniel asked.
