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Dead Serious Case #4 Professor Prometheus Plume by Vawn Cassidy

Crawshanks Guide to the Recently Departed, Book 4

Inspector Danny Hayes has something very important to ask his boyfriend Tristan Everett. Over the past six months they’ve survived reapers, chaos monsters, and biblical storms, not to mention averting an apocalypse. So, what’s left to do but pop the big question?

Tristan is ready for a break from world-saving, spectral crises, and most definitely from ghosts. He wants some one-on-one time with his boyfriend, preferably horizontally. So when the incredibly thoughtful aforementioned boyfriend books a romantic New Year’s getaway at a quiet little hotel in the wilds of the north yorkshire moors and away from London, Tristan can’t wait.

But as usual nothing ever goes according to plan. Snowed in during an unexpected murder mystery weekend at what turns out to be one of the most haunted hotels in Northern England is not what they had in mind, and when one of the actors turns up really dead not just fake dead, they once again find themselves caught up in another investigation.

With only one night to figure out who the killer is while wrangling a multitude of overly helpful ghosts, Tristan begins to wonder if romance really is dead…

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I jump happily off the bed and hurry over to the wardrobe, rummaging about in the bottom of it until I come up with a bag full of presents. Which I proceed to tip over the bed next to Danny.

We spend the next half hour swapping presents back and forth and ripping open wrapping paper like a pair of eager five-year-olds.

“Aww, honey.” I hold up the Victorian creamware anatomical heart that we’d seen in an antiques and curios shop hidden down a little side street in Spitalfields a couple of months ago. The decorative piece has all the chambers of the heart and arteries painted on in an elegant cursive script. “Thank you.”

“I knew you wanted it,” Danny replies.

“Do you think we’re getting a little morbid?” I wrinkle my nose thoughtfully.

“Probably.” He shrugs. “I mean, not everyone would buy their boyfriend a set of silver autopsy knives from the 1890s.”

“And I love them.”

“Exactly,” he replies. “Our lives are pretty much all about murder and death. I don’t really think we should be worried about what other people think. We’ve literally had Death sitting in our kitchen. We saved the world from an apocalypse and stopped a supernatural entity called Chaos from entering our world through a magic doorway in a bookshop. Our lives can’t exactly be measured by the same yardstick as everyone else’s.”

“Oh my god, we should totally have our own comic book series.” I snigger. “When you say it like that, it sounds impossible.”

He picks up an envelope and turns it over in his hands. “What’s this?”

“Well, open it and find out,” I tell him, watching as he then does exactly that. He pulls free the piece of paper I’ve printed off and scans down it. “It’s a year’s membership to Ancestry,” I tell him nervously.

“What?”

“Well, you’ve been so into researching my family and Inspector Franklin, I thought you might like access to all the archives and things online.” I chew my lip.

“It’s perfect.” He beams at me, then leans over and gives me a solid but quick kiss. “Speaking of research, I almost forgot to tell you. Before I left work on Saturday, I was told that my request for access to the Crime Museum and archives has been approved.”

“Really?” I gasp excitedly. “That’s so cool. I’m insanely jealous.”

The Crime Museum is a collection of criminal memorabilia housed at Scotland Yard and is not open to the public. Some of the artefacts actually include items from the Jack the Ripper murders and other high-profile historical cases.

“No need,” he says a little smugly. “Because I have permission to take you with me.”

“No way,” I squeak. “Oh my god, that’s so awesome.” I bounce up and down. “Also, also”—I wave my hands excitedly—“now that we’ve finally pried Madam Viv out of the spare room and back into the bookshop, I thought we could set up a personal office in there for you. We could get a fold-out sofa bed for if people want to stay over, but all your research and paperwork are kind of everywhere in the flat. I figured you might want to have it all in one place.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Why would I? It’s your home too.”

“I would love that.” He watches me and for a moment, his expression is unreadable. Then he clears his throat. “So you never told me what you got in Hen’s naughty Secret Santa.”

I groan. I should’ve known he’d ask; after all, he’s had to listen to me go on about it for the past month.

“What?” he prompts. “Is it that bad?” I wince. “How bad are we talking? Arseless chaps and a riding crop bad or ball gag and gimp mask levels?”

“For fuck’s sake, Danny, it’s the office Secret Santa, not hardcore porn.”

“Well, you’re not giving me much to work with,” he points out.

I sigh and climb off the bed, crossing the room and pulling my Secret Santa gift from the bag I brought home last night. Hiding it behind my back, I settle myself next to him.

“Come on, show me.” He laughs as he makes a grab for the package I’m concealing.

“Ah!” I hold my free hand up to stop him. “Before I show you, I’d just like to point out it’s hideously embarrassing and we’re not using it.”

“Now I’m really curious.” He grins and reaches for it again. Relenting with a grimace, I hand it over.

“A candy thong?” He laughs in delight. “From the way you were carrying on, I was beginning to think it was a blow-up doll or a latex nurse’s outfit. What’s so bad about this?” He rips open the box and holds the thong up to his chest. “Your cute little bum would look so delicious in this.”

“Well, you can eat my cute little bum whenever you feel like it, but I won’t be wearing this while you’re doing it,” I tell him primly.

 

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