The Madonna Ghost

The Madonna Ghost

by Linda Maria Frank

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The Madonna Ghost by Linda Maria Frank

Seventeen-year-old Annie Tillery and her Aunt Jill set off for Long Island's Fire Island for a vacation of surf, sun, and sailing. Annie is happy to leave behind the stress of her relationship with her parents. Aunt Jill, who is an NYPD detective, is mixing her vacation with a case she must keep secret from Annie, who is suspicious nevertheless. Annie finds romance and intrigue when she meets Ty Egan, the nephew of their host on the island. They find themselves in the middle of an eerie adventure when she and Ty investigate the tragic and perplexing story of a local ghost.

Annie becomes increasingly uneasy and the investigation turns sinister when Aunt Jill goes missing, the ghost appears, and the troublesome neighbors in the cottage next door become hostile. When they find one of Aunt Jill's special earrings on the neighbor's porch, they begin to wonder what she was doing there. Will they find Aunt Jill before it's too late? In the breathless conclusion to their investigation, Annie and Ty narrowly escape death solving the mystery of The Madonna Ghost.

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ISBN-13: 9781491710623
Publisher: iUniverse, Incorporated
Publication date: 11/04/2013
Pages: 186
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.43(d)

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THE MADONNA GHOST


By Linda Marie Frank

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Copyright © 2013 Linda Marie Frank
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ISBN: 978-1-4917-1062-3



CHAPTER 1

Escape


"Here, hold this for me, Annie."

I looked at my aunt Jill with utter disbelief as she thrust two ferry tickets at me. I had a large suitcase in each hand, my roller blades slung over my shoulders, Aunt Jill's tennis racket under my arm, and the car keys she had given me to hold a minute ago between my teeth. I muttered my protest, finding it impossible to get my tongue past the car keys. What came out was more drool than intelligible language. Finally, she looked up from the purse she was digging in to see what the trouble was.

"Whoops, sorry!"

With that, she stuck the tickets in my T-shirt pocket.

"Thanks!"

Not feeling very grateful, I hurried after her as she headed toward the ferry station. She was pulling ahead of me quickly, even though she had one bag on a shoulder strap, one under each arm, and one in each hand.

I looked ahead to the ferry station across the coarse gravel parking lot. Through the dust clouds raised by the cars pulling into the remaining spaces, I could see a large, weathered, gray, wooden building, shed-like in appearance. Behind the building, the super structures of two white ferries could be seen, bristling with wispy radio antennas and twirling radar ones. Milling all around the building like colorful ants dislodged from their hill was a crowd of waiting ferry passengers. Like Aunt Jill and me, this busy mass of humanity was bound for Fire Island and a summer vacation.

We arrived at the tiny ticket office and gratefully dropped our luggage to the ground.

"Can I get a ten-ticket pass, please?" I heard Aunt Jill inquire of the ticket agent. This might be a vacation for me, but she was going to have to go back to New York City to check in at work a couple of times a week.

"Ask if the ferry's on time. Okay?"

"They're always on time, Annie, unlike most things in our sweet young lives. Let's find a spot over there on those benches."

Gawking in fascination at the people around me, I stumbled after my confident, determined aunt. I felt like one of those little ducklings following the mother duck. Imprinting is what they call it in biology. I guess I have imprinted on Aunt Jill, or J as I like to call her. It was a special name I came up with, and it made me feel more like her friend than her niece. J is my hero. She's a cop, a special-assignment detective with the New York City Police. She treats me as if I have a few working brain cells, and I can talk to her.

"Annie, do me a favor? Go into that little shop over there and buy four batteries for the camera, will you? It will be twice the price on the island."

J thrust a twenty my way, as she stacked the luggage next to one of the wooden benches we had found.

"Yeah, maybe I'll get some gum, too," I called over my shoulder as I collided with a short, stout, sixtyish woman. She was cradling a Lhasa Apso puppy in each arm, so she couldn't adjust the large, purple straw hat that had fallen over one eye. A gentleman of similar age in blue and green striped Bermuda shorts, a flowery Hawaiian shirt, black support sox, and white Keds righted the lady's hat and smiled at me.

Giggling, I just managed to avoid two tiny women with enormous mounds of curly jet black hair and matching sequin and rhinestone shirts. Pushing their sunglasses back up their noses in a unified movement, they stepped aside to let me pass, all the while looking me up and down. I snaked my way through the throng and into the shop.

I was in luck. The saleslady was free, and I stumbled past a large man with a toddler in his arms. The two of them seemed locked in an ill-fated struggle with a frozen yogurt cone. Just as I stepped up to the counter, they lost their struggle, and the cold, oozy mass landed on my foot. I stared at my chocolate-covered toes, wondering what to do as the kid gave out with an ear-splitting wail.

"God, how embarrassing!"

"There's a faucet out back on the dock, honey. You can wash your foot off out there. Lucky you're wearing those nylon sandals." The salesgirl looked sympathetic as she offered this advice.

"Gee thanks, but could I have four double A batteries, please?"

She responded with merciful speed. I grabbed my purchase and headed for the faucet. After a quick wash, I ambled back to our seats, trying to size up the crowd. Would I find some people my age on the island?

As I came around the other side of the building, I caught sight of J, and I hesitated. She was talking to a man, engrossed in conversation. The man looked up as I approached, and my aunt followed his gaze. She pointed the man toward the restrooms. He nodded and left.

"You know that guy, J?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"No, he just wanted directions. C'mon, they're boarding the ferry now. Let's go."

We loaded up like two pack mules and headed for the boat. The coconut smell of tanning oil was everywhere. Sunglasses flashed in the sun like a field of sparkling mirrors. I felt a thrill of excitement, knowing that we were on our way.

Continuing in the pack-mule mode, we picked our way to the upper deck with none of the grace of those critters. Staking out our spot, I left Aunt Jill to protect our turf and headed for the rail.

Looking out across the Great South Bay, I could see Fire Island in the distance, a long stretch of dunes and scrub pines across the horizon. At the western end of the island, was the black and white striped tower of Fire Island lighthouse, blinking away. Sailboats maneuvered across the dark blue waters of the bay in ballerina fashion, their sails puffed out by the wind like dancers' gauzy skirts.

"Annie, watch the bags, okay? I'm going to find the restroom."

Nodding, I ignored her warning about the bags. What could happen to them on this ferry, I thought. It's just her line of work that makes her jumpy.

Searching the lower deck for faces my own age, I mused about my next two weeks on the island. I was bound to meet people on the beach.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone pause by our luggage. There go those city street smarts again. Looking up, my gaze fell upon a nondescript middle-aged man who was studying our stuff.

"Can I ..."

Before I could finish my question, he smiled, wheeled around quickly, and made for the lower deck. Leaning over the rail, I caught sight of his hurrying figure bounding down the gangplank.

With a hasty glance, I could see that the bags appeared undisturbed. On further examination, every zipper and flap was intact. I wondered where J was. Back at the rail, I leaned over, craning to see if she was on the lower deck.

Puzzled and amazed, I stared. There she was, talking to the same guy from the dock. More directions? I wondered, grabbing for the rail as the Islander Queen bumped through the piling and out of the slip. Despite the warm, gentle air around me, I felt an involuntary shiver.

J's work made me nervous sometimes. She was my closest friend. My parents were useless; Mom, with her roller-coaster ride through alcoholism recovery, and Dad, dedicated to his twice a week flights to the UK. I just didn't want anything to happen to her. Besides, my instincts were telling me that there was something funny about the guy who just took off and the one talking to J.

The man was tall and wore a black shirt and slacks in some silky material. His dark hair was slicked back with gel. He was a shiny man. All his surfaces were sleek. He was good looking in an adult sort of way that I associated with the foreign movies Aunt J seemed to favor.

My heart was thumping as I turned to look at the bags again. Craning my neck to see if J was on her way up the stairs, I could feel a cramping twinge of anxiety. J appeared at the top of the stairs, absorbed in some papers she was trying to remove from her purse, her face a study in tension. Seeing me watch her, she arranged her face into a smile.

"What's up?" She joined me at the rail.

"Uh, nothing. Just watching the scenery."

And scenery it was, capturing us for the next few minutes. The ferry plied its way out of the little harbor of Bay Shore, past the marina, its wake causing the boats that were tied up there to bob momentarily. They seemed to salute us as we passed. Once into the bay, we picked up speed, the breeze pulling our hair out of our faces. The salt air prickled my nose, and I wondered again about the two strange men.

Should I tell her? I wondered. The little angel-devil voice in my head argued briefly. Even if these guys meant something, J's not going to tell me, or she would have told me already, I decided. I felt left out, like some little kid.

"Look, Annie, you can see the little villages on the island now! Boy, it'll be good to spend the day on the beach tomorrow. I need some rest."

J's reassuring statement about the beach made me feel better. I pushed aside the urge to blurt out, "Who was that man? What's this all about?" This was going to be a great vacation, and I wasn't letting my overactive imagination ruin it.

"J, tell me about the house we're renting. You didn't fill me in on any details."

"Well, it's a fairly large house. It's one of the original ones built before the turn of the century. The man who owns it is John T. Egan, known to his friends as Doc. He's retired. Used to work for the CIA. He was a decoder."

"For Pete's sake, J! Don't you know anyone who has a normal job, like a teacher or a salesman?"

J laughed, warming to her subject. "He lives in a small wing on the house, and Annie, he has the neatest sailboat."

She reached out to hug me. "We're going to have the best time, Annie. I promise."

"Whoops, I think we're there." The engine noises quieted, and the ferry drifted like a swan toward the ferry slip. I had the weird feeling that the boat was standing still and that it was the island that was gliding toward us. The ferry dock had almost as many people on it as the ferry, but the dock people were dressed differently. Their attire was strictly T-shirts, shorts, and sandals. It was as if you only needed the brightly colored clothes to get onto the island. Once there, your feathers faded.

Besides their uniforms, each group of dock people had a red wagon like the ones we played with as kids. There were also rows and rows of red wagons hanging on racks on the dock.

How curious, I thought. And then it hit me. There are no cars here! You have to load all your stuff onto these wagons.

"Look at all those wagons," said J. "How cute!"

The faces on the people became clearer, and again I looked for faces around my age. There were a few likely candidates, and I wondered how I could meet them. My roving eyes came to rest on the top of a dark, shiny head of hair. The owner was bent over a wagon, unlocking it from the rack. His tan hands worked quickly, making the muscles in his back ripple across the shoulders of his white T-shirt in the most appealing way. As he straightened his body on a pair of long, tan, strong legs, he looked up at the ferry.

My legs started to tremble from standing on tiptoe and leaning over the rail. At least, I think that's why. I felt hot and realized I was blushing. Boy, is he cool looking. How do I meet him? I wondered.

"Absolutely gorgeous," escaped my lips.

"What?" J said as she poked me. "There's Doc!" she pointed.

"Where?" Tearing my eyes away from Mr. Gorgeous, I saw what looked to me like Santa Claus after Weight Watchers. Full white beard, full head of white hair, rosy cheeks, and twinkling blue eyes gave character to a compact body. He was erect and tan in his white shirt, Levi's, and red suspenders. As I stared with pleasure, he turned to speak to the tall, dark boy I had noticed first. Together, they looked up at the ferry, shading their eyes to see the passengers. Aunt J waved furiously, blowing kisses at Doc when he spotted her. The boy smiled with a wide white grin flashing across his handsome sun-browned face.

My stomach flip-flopped as I realized my luck. I wasn't going to have to even try to meet this guy. He comes along with Doc.

"This is definitely going to be fun, huh, J."

J looked at me and just grinned.

CHAPTER 2

Enter Ty


Fine! Just fine! I thought as my panic-stricken mind cast about for a way to comb my hair and change my clothes before getting to the dock to meet the gorgeous one.

"Here, Annie, take these bags, will you? We're holding up progress here."

"How good could you look if you're disguised as a pack animal," I muttered.

J was already tossing the bags at me. I missed the first one, but J didn't miss me. The bag hit me squarely in the stomach, nearly knocking me down.

"Annie, land on the planet," she said with more than a hint of impatience. "I need help. Unless, of course, the transporter is working and we can beam the bags onto the dock."

I smiled sheepishly, smoothing my shorts and T-shirt, fluffing up my hair. I took a deep breath and started to pick up my share of the bags. J was already on her way to the line forming at the stairs. I hauled my load into position behind her with knees turned to Jell-o and a belly full of butterflies.

"Are you nervous about something?"

Damn J, I thought. She's too perceptive.

"No, I ... Yes, I'm always nervous when I meet someone new, J. Aren't you?"

"Only when they're as cute as that kid with Doc, and they're my age." She winked at me. I could feel the red climb up my neck, hotter than any sunburn I might get here on the island. Mentally, I flipped through the various clever phrases I could use to make a startling impression on the boy on the dock.

"Hi, I'm Annie. You, Tarzan. Me, Jane." Uh, no, a little too strong, I think.

"Hello, I'm Annie Tillery. I'll be here on Fire Island for two weeks. Let's be best friends." Ugh, that's even worse. Maybe, I'll just smile.

We made our way down the stairs, one painfully slow step at a time, spilling out onto the dock. The crowd spread out like oil on water, stopped only by the barriers formed by the greeters with their wagons.

As I looked toward the spot where I had seen our host, the gorgeous one was gone. I scanned the dock desperately. How could a whole adult-sized human being disappear, I wondered. J came to a stop in front of Doc, and I plowed right into her.

"Doc, this is Annie, my niece." I reached out to shake his hand and, looking up, met his twinkling blue eyes.

"Pleased to meet you, young lady. Welcome to Fire Island. Just put your bags down there on the wagon."

He turned to J, and while he hugged her, I looked frantically around again. I must have imagined the boy I had seen. Perhaps he belonged with another group. I didn't think it would be cool to say, "Hey, where's the cute guy you were with, huh, Doc?"

J woke me out of my daze with that mixture of curiosity and annoyance in her voice.

"Huh, sorry. What is it?" I stumbled.

"We're ready to go on to the house now, Annie," said Doc. "Can you pull this wagon?" he asked as he skillfully led his wagon through the throng.

It took a minute to remember how to get the wagon to go in the direction I wanted to, but soon we were pulling away from the crowded dock area. We joined the parade on the boarded walkway that was the main thoroughfare in the tiny community called Point-O-Woods in which we found ourselves. I began to relax, look around, and let the ocean breeze cool the sweat on my body.

"Right this way," Doc called over his shoulder as he and J walked comfortably together, reviving their old friendship. While I wondered again about the disappearance of the boy I had seen, I noticed that Doc's footsteps sounded uneven. He had a slight limp. I made a mental note to ask J about that when we were alone.

The boardwalk opened onto a broad cement lane, where I could pull up next to J and Doc and walk beside them. On either side of us were homey little cottages, each with a tiny garden. The lane stretched before us to a clear horizon up ahead.

"Who lives in these houses?" I asked Doc.

"These are summer houses for the most part, Annie. People built them in the forties, when land became available. Before that, the land was owned by a corporation of rich businessmen who were against selling any of it. When we get up toward the beach and onto the boardwalk that runs along it, you'll see some of the big old fortresses those men built."

"Look!" I gasped in a loud whisper. There, on the side of the house that we were passing, was a doe and her twin fawns, brazenly grazing on the shrubbery around the cottage.

"Aren't they afraid of people?" I asked.

"No, everyone here feeds them, but they carry a tick that causes Lyme disease," said Doc, "and no one knows what to do about them."

"They are so neat!" I exclaimed. And, with that, the three deer fled.

"I guess we can't take them home as pets," laughed J. "We couldn't very well walk them in Central Park," she joked.

Doc continued, "The house you'll be staying at is one of the original landowner's houses, Annie, and, I might add, one of the oldest on the Island. It even has a secret passage that was used during the twenties when liquor was smuggled onto Long Island from here."

"Can you show it to me?" My interest piqued, as I pictured an old house with creaking floors, gabled windows, and mysterious dark corridors.


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

Chapter 1 Escape, 1,
Chapter 2 Enter Ty, 10,
Chapter 3 Dinner at Windalee, 20,
Chapter 4 Fire Island Ghost Stories, 25,
Chapter 5 Alice in "Wonderland", 40,
Chapter 6 The Neighbors, 51,
Chapter 7 The Ghost Shows Up, 61,
Chapter 8 A Thief in Paradise, 73,
Chapter 9 Going Underground, 87,
Chapter 10 The Plot at Glass House, 96,
Chapter 11 The Clue at Ocean Beach, 106,
Chapter 12 The Snoops, 117,
Chapter 13 The Storm, 130,
Chapter 14 The Neighbors' Secret, 134,
Chapter 15 The Tale Is Told, 141,
Chapter 16 Homecoming, 148,
Chapter 17 Alice and the Ghost, 159,
Chapter 18 A Ghostly Farewell, 168,

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The Madonna Ghost 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
eternalised More than 1 year ago
The Madonna Ghost reminded me of Nancy Drew and Veronica Mars, which is of course always a good thing. Annie Tillery and her aunt Jill set off for a holiday on Fire Island, planning to spend their holiday surfing, sunbathing, sailing, and just relaxing. But Jill hasn’t told Annie that she’s working on a case, and when she gets in trouble, it’s up to Annie to save her aunt. Annie is a flawed, but engaging character. It’s these flaws that make her stand out. When her aunt becomes endangered, she steps up to save the day. Her relationship with her parents is anything but good, but she does have a good relationship with her aunt. On the island, she makes friends, even a possible love interest. The book also has a dash of the paranormal, as the title suggests, with a few ghosts sightings. The mystery is the key element of the book though, and the author does an admirable job with it, not presenting all clues at once but rather making the reader figure it out along with the characters. The secondary characters are great too, but Annie was my favorite character. The writing starts right in the middle of the action. Overall, this is a very enjoyable and engaging mystery novel, recommended to young adults and adults who don’t mind reading about younger characters. I received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I couldn't put this down! Every time you think you can reach a stopping point for the day, you're given more intrigue that you just have to keep following!