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Web Ginn House: Zoe Martinique Investigation Series
Web Ginn House: Zoe Martinique Investigation Series
Web Ginn House: Zoe Martinique Investigation Series
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Web Ginn House: Zoe Martinique Investigation Series

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One of Zoë's earliest jobs from Maharba, before her fated run-in with The Archer, was to investigate the old Brentwood house on Web Ginn House road. Unfortunately, when she shows up at the house out of body, her astral form is recorded by the local Ghost Hunting team, S.P.R.I.T.E. 

Identifying the entity haunting the house as a poltergeist surprises Rhonda and Nona since Poltergeists were reputedly present around adolescent teens—but the Brentwoods had no children. 

More trouble erupts when Zoë tries to find the entity's fetter and in retaliation, the Poltergeist not only attacks her on an astral level but physically attacks two members of S.P.R.I.T.E. With the entity's activities escalating in violence, it's up to Zoë to find its fetter and reveal the secret that's plagued the house for over twenty years. 

Order in Zoe Martinique Investigation Series: Web Ginn House takes place a week before Jason Lawrence comes to town and a few weeks before Zoë's first run-in with Trench Coat. This story introduces S.P.R.I.T.E., Southeastern Paranormal Research Investigators for Tactical Extermination... and you know...I think that def changes every time I type it. 

As it should be.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJan 30, 2018
ISBN9781386737780
Web Ginn House: Zoe Martinique Investigation Series

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    Web Ginn House - Phaedra Weldon

    Web Ginn House

    Web Ginn House

    A Zoe Martinique Short

    Phaedra Weldon

    HERE WE go

    This short story is the first scribbling I created for what would become The Zoe Martinique Investigation Series. This story was first published in the DAW anthology, Crime Spells.

    Web Ginn House

    A toaster spun across the room straight for my head.

    Luckily I was out of body (that's OOB for the uninitiated), so the blasted thing drove right through me and into the ceramic clown behind me.

    Crash!

    I hate clowns.

    But then again, how rude! I didn't feel the solid object, but I sure as hell was going to remember it later as a migraine on the physical plane. Oh I could choose to go through things, like doors and walls, but when I did that— I was prepared. Nothing like walking down Peachtree Street and having some very angry spirit bean you with a kitchen appliance.

    Though I'm not sure which is worse—the flying genzu knives or the hideous furniture flashback to 1964, complete with plastic couch cover.

    Whoa! Lookout—a juicer!

    Oh, speaking of rude, let me introduce myself. Name's Zoë Martinique. Long e sound. Not like toe. I'm not a ghost or anything—not even a distant relation to Danny Phantom (but it'd be cool to have his white hair)—but a living, breathing (and ever curious) Latino Irish American who just happens to travel out of body.

    Sounds weird huh?

    Yeah, most people hear Latino and Irish and before they see me and think, She either looks like Jennifer Lopez or Opie Griffith."

    Hell—you think if I looked like JLo I'd be incorporeal in north Georgia dodging toasters? Nope. I'd be making me some sexy music videos and racking up husband number two.

    I'm a stick with mounds of brown hair, brown eyes and freckles.

    Ack! This time a Betty Crocker cookbook spun at me, hard cover open, pages flapping in the wind. I moved to the side and did a nice duck behind the sofa. The book dented the wall behind me, just missing—I stopped and glared at the garish figurines on the shelf—what were those things? Gah—ceramic harlequins.

    Hideous.

    Mental note: I really hate clowns.

    If I could, I'd let loose with some rather colorful metaphors about now, but even incorporeal, the SPRITE equipment set up throughout the two story house would hear me on tape. And that just wouldn't do.

    Oh yeah, SPRITE stands for Southeast Paranormal Research Investigators for Tactical Extermination. Uh-huh. What kills me is their obnoxious little logo

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