Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    Summer Lightning in Lottawatah
    Summer Lightning in Lottawatah
    Summer Lightning in Lottawatah
    Ebook115 pages1 hour

    Summer Lightning in Lottawatah

    By Evelyn David

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    Summer Lightning in Lottawatah is the ninth book in the Brianna Sullivan Mysteries ebook series. A novella-length story, Summer Lightning in Lottawatah continues the spooky, yet funny saga of reluctant psychic Brianna Sullivan who planned to travel the country in her motor home looking for adventure, but unexpectedly ended up in a small town in Oklahoma.

    In Summer Lightning in Lottawatah, Brianna fights to save her fiancée Cooper Jackson from Murder One charges. Unexpectedly she finds herself teamed up with Sassy Jackson, her none too thrilled mother-in-law-to-be. The unlikely pair risk life and limb to discover who framed Cooper for the murder of an ex-con. When everything in her life seems to be falling apart, it's up to Brianna to learn which mortals and which ghosts can be trusted to tell the truth. Big changes ahead. Will life in Lottawatah ever be the same?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvelyn David
    Release dateAug 5, 2012
    ISBN9781476155043
    Summer Lightning in Lottawatah
    Author

    Evelyn David

    The author of Murder Off the Books and Murder Takes the Cake, Evelyn David is the pseudonym for Marian Edelman Borden and Rhonda Dossett. Marian lives in New York and is the author of ten nonfiction books on a wide variety of topics ranging from veterans benefits to playgroups for toddlers! Rhonda lives in Muskogee, Oklahoma, is the director of the coal program for the state, and in her spare time enjoys imagining and writing funny, scary mysteries. Marian and Rhonda write their mystery series via the internet. While many fans who attend mystery conventions have now chatted with both halves of Evelyn David, Marian and Rhonda have yet to meet in person.

    Read more from Evelyn David

    Related to Summer Lightning in Lottawatah

    Titles in the series (11)

    View More
    View More

    Related ebooks

    Mystery For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      A Real Cat-astrophe

      Mar 21, 2024

      A Real Cat-astrophe
      4 min read

    • Article

      The Boy Who Cried Wolf

      Jun 9, 2020

      Josh Turner from Austin, Texas The egg landed with a splat on the truck window. ‘Bullseye,’ grinned my buddy Dave*. Hiding in the shadows, as the car drove past, we could see the driver gesticulating furiously. It was 31 October 1990 – Halloween – a

      4 min read

    • Article

      Hard Metal

      Jun 10, 2023

      When Raúl gave me his security job for August, he told me not to see anything. You don’t see nothin’, he said, because we both know I get curious. Sometimes the other guys think I’m soft, the way I get lost in my head. My girlfriend says it’s trauma,

      6 min read

    • Article

      It Happened to Me…

      Nov 4, 2021

      When my son was around one, many items of his clothing began to inexplicably disappear. I can’t over-emphasise the inexplicable nature of what occurred – all the items unquestionably disappeared in my house. The house is always secure, and there is n

      8 min read

    • Article

      Between the Sheets

      Jan 19, 2023

      Between the Sheets
      5 min read

    • Article

      It Happened To Me…

      Jan 26, 2023

      It Happened To Me…
      7 min read

    • Article

      Cricket League

      Sep 1, 2022

      First prize 10 and under Tang Li, age 9 Palmetto Bay, FL My name is Anisa. I was in Hawaii on vacation. I enjoyed sipping refreshing drinks, overlooking the turquoise ocean, and dancing with others, before I overheard that the priceless Fire Ring wa

      10 min read

    • Article

      Living Nightmare

      Aug 10, 2023

      Living Nightmare
      5 min read

    • Article

      The Silhouette Artist

      Jul 25, 2019

      The Silhouette Artist
      6 min read

    • Article

      Beyond Rose Street

      Nov 10, 2021

      “Don’t tell anyone what happened to Tyler.” I stop running just long enough to turn, hoping for more instructions, but Leyton is already sprinting up his porch steps and through his front door. “Should we—” He slams the door behind him. Even from whe

      20 min read

    • Article

      DON’T GO INTO The Cellar!

      Jan 21, 2020

      DON’T GO INTO The Cellar!
      4 min read

    • Article

      It Happened to Me…

      Jun 16, 2022

      A genuine miracle occurred at the art opening of the Blinky 40th Anniversary Exhibition at California State University Northridge Gallery in Southern California on 2 February 2019. An artwork by Erika Ostrander of the “Shroud of Blinky” was found wee

      6 min read

    • Article

      It Happened to Me…

      Apr 21, 2022

      It Happened to Me…
      8 min read

    • Article

      Caught On Camera

      Mar 1, 2023

      Caught On Camera
      2 min read

    • Article

      The Shadow In The Hallway

      Nov 16, 2022

      The Shadow In The Hallway
      2 min read

    • Article

      I’m A Survivo

      Aug 6, 2020

      Hearing my phone ring for the umpteenth time, I sighed. Not again! And as I answered, I heard heavy, muffled breathing before the caller hung up in a matter of seconds. Over the last few months, I’d received dozens of these calls. And I had a suspici

      4 min read

    • Article

      The Party’s Over New Hope

      Nov 26, 2020

      Emily Casey, 24, from Darwen Rifling through the kitchen drawers, I cursed myself for not being organised. ‘There must be a pen in here somewhere,’ I said. Finally, an old biro popped its little head out from under a pile of old bills. ‘Yes! Got ya

      6 min read

    • Article

      A Shock Made Me Psychic

      Jan 25, 2024

      A Shock Made Me Psychic
      2 min read

    • Article

      Knocking Up A Fence

      Feb 16, 2022

      Knocking Up A Fence
      3 min read

    • Article

      Snatched In The Dark

      Jul 13, 2023

      A s the glug of red wine hit our glasses, I smiled at my husband. ‘Here’s to the weekend,’ I sighed to Darren, then 44. Just as I was taking my first sip, our youngest daughter Lyla, then 16, poked her head around the living room door. ‘I’m off out,’

      4 min read

    • Article

      Nothing Could Stop Her

      Oct 7, 2021

      Nothing Could Stop Her
      2 min read

    • Article

      Without A Trace

      Sep 8, 2022

      Without A Trace
      6 min read

    • Article

      Without A Trace

      Sep 8, 2022

      Without A Trace
      6 min read

    • Article

      Caught in The act

      Aug 4, 2022

      Caught in The act
      4 min read

    • Article

      Finding Fluffy

      Feb 26, 2019

      Finding Fluffy
      3 min read

    • Article

      A Long-Ago Burglary

      Mar 14, 2022

      A Long-Ago Burglary
      4 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for Summer Lightning in Lottawatah

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      Summer Lightning in Lottawatah - Evelyn David

      Brianna Sullivan Mysteries Series

      Volume 9

      Summer Lightning in Lottawatah

      Evelyn David

      Smashwords Edition

      Copyright 2012 Evelyn David

      Discover other titles by Evelyn David at http://www.evelyndavid.com

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person. Thank you.

      cover photo © Ståle Edstrøm | Dreamstime.com

      Summer Lightning in Lottawatah

      Chapter 1

      ***

      It was raining. It had been raining. There seemed no end to rain.

      I wondered if I could find the plans for building an ark on the Internet.

      I was sick of people telling me how great it was for the crops. I only knew that it had rained for what seemed like 40 days and 40 nights, although my newly-minted fiancé, Deputy Cooper Jackson, insisted it had only been eight days. I was also supposed to be grateful that all those storms hadn't spawned any tornadoes. Gratitude seemed a stretch. Trying to tame my hair so I didn't resemble a chia pet was a losing battle. Did I mention that I also had no umbrella and PMS, as I waited outside Cooper's apartment for Leon to do his business?

      The bulldog I'd inherited didn't like the rain any more than I did and kept darting from bush to bush trying to find one that offered shelter for him to use the facilities, so to speak. He finally settled for the soggy rhododendron in the front of Cooper's apartment house which would have normally brought forth the irate landlady. It was Leon's favorite spot. Sometimes he'd hide his doggie treats under the broad leaves, saving for, pardon the pun, a rainy day. But the weather wasn't fit for man or beast, so I was spared the usual tirade about Leon's toileting habits.

      Since I'd had some errands to run for Doc Myers in Tulsa, as part of my new job at Myers Funeral Home, I'd been gone from Lottawatah all day. Leon's maximum bladder capacity was just under four hours, so he'd had to make the trip with me instead of staying in the apartment alone. The heavy downpour had made the drive back on Highway 69 an adventure. My small car had been swamped with the passage of every semi. Leon and I were both cranky and tired. I glanced up at the second floor and could see the shades drawn and a light on in Cooper's living room. I also saw the shadows of two men.

      Come on Leon, we've got company. I wondered who was visiting in this miserable weather.

      The little dog emerged from under the bush and headed next door. He'd gotten in the habit of snacking on the kibble that the neighbors left out for their own dog.

      Get back here. I'm not about to chase you tonight. Last chance, I'm going inside with or without you.

      Leon looked back briefly and gave me one of his patented withering looks and kept going. Clearly we both knew who was in charge in this relationship.

      I mean it. Get over here or you can spend the night under Mrs. Gorgeson's new carport. I started for the stairs, then remembered my cell phone on the front seat of my car. I headed back to the street, grabbed the phone, then looked around to see if I recognized the car of our visitor. Hopefully he or she had brought food since Cooper's refrigerator held exactly a six-pack of beer, a half jar of dill pickles, and some moldy cheese. But whoever it was had come on foot since I only saw Cooper's truck and my own Mustang.

      Bowing to the inevitable, I went to the neighbor's yard and scooped up Leon who was still scarfing down kibble.

      One of these days, you're going to get us both.…

      Before I could finish my warning to Leon, three things seemed to happen at the same time, but in slow motion. All I could remember later is that I heard angry voices, a gunshot, and then Cooper's apartment windows went black.

      Thunder boomed and the skies opened.

      Leon began to howl.

      ***

      Cooper?

      The apartment door was ajar. Cooper?

      I was yelling his name, partly because I was afraid, partly to make myself heard over the thunder and the barking dog I clutched in my arms.

      I reached inside and flipped the wall switch. Nothing. The power was out.

      Cooper?

      Leon struggled against me and managed to escape. He disappeared into the blackness of the apartment.

      Lightning flashed and for a few seconds I could see the living room.

      Cooper was standing in the center of the room, staring down at something on the carpet.

      The next flash of lightning revealed it wasn't a something on the floor; it was a someone.

      Cooper? What happened? I took a few steps into the room, pulling my cell phone out of my pocket. I felt something brush past my leg. I'm calling 9-1-1. Are you hurt?

      Be sure to tell them he killed me.

      The raspy voice came from beside me and it wasn't Cooper's.

      Instead of dialing 9-1-1, I started to call the Lottawatah Police Department directly. Obviously paramedics weren't going to be needed.

      ***

      I didn't finish my 9-1-1 call. Turned out Cooper's landlady had heard the gunshot and called the cops. A couple of seconds after I saw Cooper the room was filled with flashlighted first responders and police officers. It felt like the storm had moved inside the apartment.

      Thunder kept booming, the sound waves shaking the apartment building. I was standing just inside, near the open doorway. The rain was blowing in from behind me. Except for where the beams from the moving flashlights fell or when the lightning flashed, the room was pitch black. I kept trying to focus on the location where I'd seen Cooper. He didn't seem to be there anymore. He hadn't said a word since I'd entered the apartment. The whole scene had the quality of a nightmare. I was ready to wake up.

      Officers in raincoats circled me as though I wasn't there. I ventured a few steps farther into the room. That was a mistake. I was finally noticed, my invisibility cloak deactivated.

      The officer I often jokingly refer to as Barney Fife physically removed me from the scene. He took hold of my arm and pulled. He wouldn't even let me look for Leon before rushing me through the pouring rain to his patrol car. It wouldn't have taken me long to find Leon, the bulldog was probably hiding in the closet, buried under whatever dirty clothes that Cooper had tossed on the floor last. I tried to explain that to Barney Fife. I tried to tell him that I needed to bring Leon with me, but he ignored me. I guess I'm lucky I wasn't put in handcuffs.

      To punctuate the surreal quality of the scene, Barney Fife put on flashing lights and a siren for the few deserted blocks to the small town police station. Without a word, he locked me in one of the two sparsely furnished interview rooms. I noticed that the police station had electricity. Apparently the power outage didn't extend to Main Street. Maybe the boom I heard wasn't a gunshot, just a blown electrical transformer.

      No. That was just wishful thinking. It was a gunshot. I was sure of that. And there was a body on the floor and a ghost talking to me, although the last fact would probably not be admissible in court.

      My clothes and hair were soaking wet from the rain. The wooden chairs were just as hard as I remembered from my first visit to the Lottawatah Police Station just after I arrived in town.

      I sat there, staring at nothing in particular. My thoughts were jumbled. I didn't know if Cooper had been hurt. Had someone tried to rob the apartment? Had a criminal come after Cooper seeking revenge? Who had been in the apartment?

      I pushed my dripping hair out of my face. I noticed my hands smelled like the wet dog I'd recently handled.

      Do you want some coffee?

      Chief Harlan Bell was standing in the doorway. How long had he been there? I hadn't heard him come in. Was I losing my mind? How much time had passed since the shooting? Minutes? Hours? No, not hours.

      Is Cooper okay? Will you tell me what's going on? I asked the question but knew I wouldn't get

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1