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The Good Ole Switch and Bait
A chapter in the book The Unwilling Heir
The Unwilling Heir - Chap 40
by Begin Again
ENDING OF CHAPTER 39
"But — you look like —" Les's saucer-sized eyes darted toward Sandra. "They look like ghosts?"
Sandra shrugged her shoulders and grinned. "That they are. You get used to it after a while. Welcome to my world, Les."
"No — no, I don't think so. This show, or whatever it is, is yours. The crew and I will take the back seat on this one." He turned and rushed out of the office, not glancing back at all.
Noting that time was of the essence, William approached the sheriff slowly. "I understand your skepticism, but I assure you, I am very real — in a ghostly sense. Sandra has been investigating and has uncovered a plot to steal my ill-gotten fortune."
"Are the lights in the cemetery connected in some way?" The sheriff had been aware of torches moving around the cemetery for some time, but being aware and investigating were two different things.
Billy grinned, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Spirits like to roam the graveyard, looking for their relatives. Sometimes, it's a real party."
Sandra hid her smile behind her hand, knowing Billy couldn't resist teasing the sheriff.
Still wide-eyed and shaky, Tyler croaked, "But - what can I do? I can't stand up to the mob."
"You won't be alone. We have plenty of help coming from the city and a good plan. Sandra can explain. I need to get back to the mansion. Are you in?"
Still bewildered, he nodded. "I'm in!"
"But — you look like —" Les's saucer-sized eyes darted toward Sandra. "They look like ghosts?"
Sandra shrugged her shoulders and grinned. "That they are. You get used to it after a while. Welcome to my world, Les."
"No — no, I don't think so. This show, or whatever it is, is yours. The crew and I will take the back seat on this one." He turned and rushed out of the office, not glancing back at all.
Noting that time was of the essence, William approached the sheriff slowly. "I understand your skepticism, but I assure you, I am very real — in a ghostly sense. Sandra has been investigating and has uncovered a plot to steal my ill-gotten fortune."
"Are the lights in the cemetery connected in some way?" The sheriff had been aware of torches moving around the cemetery for some time, but being aware and investigating were two different things.
Billy grinned, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Spirits like to roam the graveyard, looking for their relatives. Sometimes, it's a real party."
Sandra hid her smile behind her hand, knowing Billy couldn't resist teasing the sheriff.
Still wide-eyed and shaky, Tyler croaked, "But - what can I do? I can't stand up to the mob."
"You won't be alone. We have plenty of help coming from the city and a good plan. Sandra can explain. I need to get back to the mansion. Are you in?"
Still bewildered, he nodded. "I'm in!"
*****
CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 40
"Patrick! I'm glad to see you made it back safely and in time. You cut it kind of close, didn't you?" Ryan had so much to tell Patrick, but first, he wanted to hear about his adventure in the city.
"Yeah, heard you took a little trip of your own and left Sandra sitting in jail."
The usual glow around Patrick faded as he looked at his friends with a sheepish grin. "I see the Spirit News Line is working at full speed. I did get a little off track seeing my old haunts." Patrick chuckled. "Funny, I called them haunts when I was alive. Now, they really were."
"Bet Sandra was none too happy with you." Benny chuckled. "I had women put out a hit on their man for less than that."
"I got the job done. Don't I get credit for that? We have help on the way."
"Are you sure they will come? It couldn't have been easy convincing those mortals to team up with a ghost." Ryan looked skeptical. "How'd you do it?"
"Actually, I played a little good cop, bad cop."
"Huh — are these cops that are pitching in or criminals?" Benny's eyes narrowed, not sure he understood. "You aren't bringing in more bad guys to contend with, are you?
"It'll be fine, Benny. After I reminded each of them I had the dirt that could put them away forever, we settled on a little agreement."
"You bribed these guys?" Ryan's eyes darted across the room to his friend, Benny. "You realize not all bad guys transform into good ones."
"First, I went to a few backroom poker games. When the time was right, and the guys were feeling their oats, I might have done a few spiritual tricks."
Benny's laugh filled the study. "Spiritual tricks? You mean you scared the heck out of them. What'd you do — pull a rabbit out of the hat?"
"Better than that. I filled the room with projected images of every tough guy I could conjure up. Of course, they weren't real, but they sure looked and acted like it. After a few flying punches, chairs, and tables, they saw things my way. I also promised them a little cash."
"Cash? Where's that coming from, or was that a trick?
"No, it wasn't a trick, Ryan. If we can pull this off, they'll deserve every dollar they get." Patrick moved closer to the guys and whispered, "William, let me in on a hiding spot with a duffle bag filled with money from a train robbery. It's theirs if they help us out."
"Sounds like you got things worked out."
"I'm not so sure. We're putting our chance at catching these guys and getting out of this place in the hands of criminals — coerced ones, at that. I'm telling you, you can't trust 'em."
Patrick and Ryan answered in unison, "Really?"
Ryan rolled his eyes and laughed at his friend. "Kind of like the pot calling the kettle black, isn't it? You weren't no saint, and we trust you."
Benny rubbed his chin. "Yeah, I guess you got me there."
"Now, tell me, what's happening here?"
Having returned from the sheriff's office, William and Billy joined the men in the study. Billy heard Patrick's question and jumped into their conversation. "Ryan, Benny, and Vinny have been very busy. They chose some portraits, antiques, jewelry, kegs of wine, cases of priceless liquor bottles, and anything that looked valuable and stashed them in the room near the water tower."
"Yeah, there's gold coins, cash — anything we could find that would make them go crazy and want to get it out of the mansion fast."
"We chose a place we know Frankie's guys have been snooping around. Now that you're back, Ryan and I will stage a little show for our friends, making sure they see Victoria's diamonds."
"Sounds like you've been busy as well. When is this happening?"
"We were just waiting for your return. We're ready to go."
"Well, let's get this show on the road."
*****
Billy and Ryan descended the narrow, dimly lit staircase into the dark, damp tunnels, stopping now and then to listen and check whether Louie's guys were nearby. The musty scent of old limestone and mildew hung in the air as they crept deeper into the underground passages.
Ryan whispered, "There's an advantage to being invisible. We can get on top of these guys, and they won't know it."
"Yeah, but we don't want to spook them either."
Ryan's voice was barely audible. "Listen! It sounds like someone is talking somewhere past the room we set up."
"Great! I think it's show time."
*****
Billy and Ryan slipped through the wall into the staged room before materializing into their earthly forms. Billy handed Ryan the cache of diamonds. "Ready?"
"I always wanted to be an actor." Ryan chuckled. "Let's get it done."
Billy opened the door and moved into the hallway. Ryan followed, his voice filled with excitement, loud enough to attract attention.
"Billy, we've hit the mother lode. Will you look at these diamonds?" He held one of the necklaces up to the light filtering through the wall. "I've never seen anything like it."
A voice near the ceiling hissed, "Project, young man!" His amusement filled every wrinkle on his face. "You got to get louder."
Ryan shook his head in disbelief. "Vinny? What are you doing up there? That wasn't part of the plan."
"Well, I'm the lookout. Every good heist has a lookout."
"Vinny, it's not our heist."
"True, but I can see these guys aren't paying attention. Make a little more commotion."
Billy nodded. "Got it!" He opened the door, entered the room, and grabbed a small box of liquor bottles before returning to the hallway.
"Good thinking." Ryan took a few bottles from the box and held them in the air. "Tell me when you're ready."
Billy laughed. "You're having too much fun."
"Hey guys, I don't mind hanging around, but it's getting a little stuffy up here. Can you get it done?"
Billy slammed the door, letting the sound echo down the hallway. He nodded at Ryan, who dropped the liquor bottles on the cement floor. Billy tossed the box, and the other bottles rolled across the floor. The deafening sound alerted Terrence and Tony to the action.
"First, I went to a few backroom poker games. When the time was right, and the guys were feeling their oats, I might have done a few spiritual tricks."
Benny's laugh filled the study. "Spiritual tricks? You mean you scared the heck out of them. What'd you do — pull a rabbit out of the hat?"
"Better than that. I filled the room with projected images of every tough guy I could conjure up. Of course, they weren't real, but they sure looked and acted like it. After a few flying punches, chairs, and tables, they saw things my way. I also promised them a little cash."
"Cash? Where's that coming from, or was that a trick?
"No, it wasn't a trick, Ryan. If we can pull this off, they'll deserve every dollar they get." Patrick moved closer to the guys and whispered, "William, let me in on a hiding spot with a duffle bag filled with money from a train robbery. It's theirs if they help us out."
"Sounds like you got things worked out."
"I'm not so sure. We're putting our chance at catching these guys and getting out of this place in the hands of criminals — coerced ones, at that. I'm telling you, you can't trust 'em."
Patrick and Ryan answered in unison, "Really?"
Ryan rolled his eyes and laughed at his friend. "Kind of like the pot calling the kettle black, isn't it? You weren't no saint, and we trust you."
Benny rubbed his chin. "Yeah, I guess you got me there."
"Now, tell me, what's happening here?"
Having returned from the sheriff's office, William and Billy joined the men in the study. Billy heard Patrick's question and jumped into their conversation. "Ryan, Benny, and Vinny have been very busy. They chose some portraits, antiques, jewelry, kegs of wine, cases of priceless liquor bottles, and anything that looked valuable and stashed them in the room near the water tower."
"Yeah, there's gold coins, cash — anything we could find that would make them go crazy and want to get it out of the mansion fast."
"We chose a place we know Frankie's guys have been snooping around. Now that you're back, Ryan and I will stage a little show for our friends, making sure they see Victoria's diamonds."
"Sounds like you've been busy as well. When is this happening?"
"We were just waiting for your return. We're ready to go."
"Well, let's get this show on the road."
*****
Billy and Ryan descended the narrow, dimly lit staircase into the dark, damp tunnels, stopping now and then to listen and check whether Louie's guys were nearby. The musty scent of old limestone and mildew hung in the air as they crept deeper into the underground passages.
Ryan whispered, "There's an advantage to being invisible. We can get on top of these guys, and they won't know it."
"Yeah, but we don't want to spook them either."
Ryan's voice was barely audible. "Listen! It sounds like someone is talking somewhere past the room we set up."
"Great! I think it's show time."
*****
Billy and Ryan slipped through the wall into the staged room before materializing into their earthly forms. Billy handed Ryan the cache of diamonds. "Ready?"
"I always wanted to be an actor." Ryan chuckled. "Let's get it done."
Billy opened the door and moved into the hallway. Ryan followed, his voice filled with excitement, loud enough to attract attention.
"Billy, we've hit the mother lode. Will you look at these diamonds?" He held one of the necklaces up to the light filtering through the wall. "I've never seen anything like it."
A voice near the ceiling hissed, "Project, young man!" His amusement filled every wrinkle on his face. "You got to get louder."
Ryan shook his head in disbelief. "Vinny? What are you doing up there? That wasn't part of the plan."
"Well, I'm the lookout. Every good heist has a lookout."
"Vinny, it's not our heist."
"True, but I can see these guys aren't paying attention. Make a little more commotion."
Billy nodded. "Got it!" He opened the door, entered the room, and grabbed a small box of liquor bottles before returning to the hallway.
"Good thinking." Ryan took a few bottles from the box and held them in the air. "Tell me when you're ready."
Billy laughed. "You're having too much fun."
"Hey guys, I don't mind hanging around, but it's getting a little stuffy up here. Can you get it done?"
Billy slammed the door, letting the sound echo down the hallway. He nodded at Ryan, who dropped the liquor bottles on the cement floor. Billy tossed the box, and the other bottles rolled across the floor. The deafening sound alerted Terrence and Tony to the action.
Raising his voice, Billy shouted, "You trying to get us caught? You're making enough noise to raise the dead." He winked at Ryan.
"Sorry, but I can't help myself. I've never seen stuff like this in my entire life."
Vinny whispered, "Keep it up. They heard you, and they are moving closer now."
Billy dangled the glittery diamond in the air while Ryan pulled another from the black velvet bag.
"We've got to tell the others. We're set for life."
"Tell the others. Are you nuts?" Billy shrieked. "This is our stash, and we aren't sharing it."
Ryan's eyes danced with mischief. "Let's stash it somewhere. If someone else finds the room, we still have the diamonds."
"Great idea." Billy ran his hand along the wall, finding the loose rock they'd fixed earlier. "Put the bag in here. Nobody will be looking behind some broken stone."
Ryan shoved the velvet bag into the hole, replaced the stone, and winked. "We'll need a truck to haul all that stuff out of here, but for now, the diamonds are just ours."
Billy scattered a few loose diamonds on the floor and whispered, "For good measure. These guys don't look too bright."
The two men retreated to the staircase while Vinny waited to see if the gangsters took the bait. As the men approached the room, Vinny felt satisfied that their plan had worked, and he rejoined the others.
*****
"Are you sure those guys are gone?" Terrence hugged the wall, his knees knocking, afraid they might stumble across the ghosts from the water tower again.
"These weren't ghosts, Terrence. We saw them with our own eyes." Tony rolled his eyes at his partner. "Come on. Let's get a closer look at those gems."
As they moved closer, Tony paused, his flashlight catching something glittering on the damp floor. "Terrence, over here!" he whispered, excitement creeping into his voice.
Terrence crept along the wall, his eyes darting everywhere, waiting for a ghost to jump out at him. "Tony, I don't like this. Can't we go?"
"Are you nuts?" Tony reached down and picked up the loose diamonds from the floor. "We just hit the jackpot, my friend."
Terrence's eyes widened as he saw the diamonds sparkle in Tony's hand. "You sure they're not glass?"
"Since the water tower incident, your brains are not firing on all cylinders. Tell me, would those guys have been so excited and hid the bag in the wall if it was glass?"
Tony ran his hand up and down the wall. "Bring that flashlight over here. I can't find where they put the stuff."
Terrence checked behind him, then moved to Tony's side, shining the flashlight along the wall. With the light, Tony quickly found the loose rock and pried it open, revealing the velvet bag. As he opened it, he let out a low whistle. "Louie's never gonna believe this."
Terrence's eyes lit up. "I don't believe it, and I'm standing here looking at them. Let's get out of here and find Louie."
"Not so fast! I want to take a gander at what's in the room they were so excited about. It'll only take a second."
Tony opened the door and almost collapsed as his eyes scanned the room. "It's — oh my God!" He spun around to face his friend. "Terrence, we found the treasure."
Terrence peered over Tony's shoulder. "We gotta tell the boss before anyone else does. He's going to love us!"
Tony shoved the diamonds into his pocket, closed the door, and the two men raced down the dark corridor.
*****
As they exited the tunnel, Terrence and Tony stopped, shading their eyes from the bright sunlight.
Louie's makeshift desk had been moved to a shadier location under a small glen of trees. Marcos and several other top dogs in the organization sat on a row of wine kegs, smoking and drinking beers.
Spotting the two men exiting the undergrowth that hid the tunnel entrance, Marcos stood and walked toward them. "Are you guys idiots? Louie told you to get out of his sight."
"But —" Terrence stuttered.
"No buts." Marcos took his gun out of his holster, waving it menacingly at the two men. "If you value your lives, I'd get back in there and find that treasure."
"That's what we're trying to tell you." Tony gasped for air, breathless from running through the tunnels. "We found it."
Marcos laughed and turned toward Louie, who was relaxing in the shade, enjoying his cigar. "Hey, boss, these two morons say they found the treasure."
Louie snuffed his cigar in the glass ashtray and picked up his gun. "Bring'em over here. If this is another ghost story, we'll shoot them."
Terrence stammered, "Shoot us! No, boss, we ain't lying. Tony, show 'em."
Tony pulled the velvet bag from his pocket and emptied a handful of diamonds onto the desk. He retrieved the diamond necklace from his other pocket and dropped it alongside the others. Satisfied, he smirked, "And there's lots more stuff."
Louie's eyes widened. Putting his gun back in his shoulder holster, he picked up the necklace and inspected it closely. "Where the hell did you find these?"
Tony grinned, unable to contain his excitement. "There's more, boss. A whole room of valuables. I'm telling you, it's the treasure."
Louie's suspicions melted into greed. "Show me."
The three men, followed by Louie's entourage, made their way back through the tunnels, their flashlights flickering in the darkness.
Marcos muttered, "Boss, it's just another wild good chase. These guys don't know where they are going."
"We do! It's just around the corner." Tony reassured Louie.
Louie snarled, "You better not be yanking my chain."
Terrence shrank backward from Louie, but Tony beamed. "It's the treasure, boss. I'm telling you, we found the whole mother lode."
Tony's flashlight beam flickered across the floor, spotting a few loose diamonds remaining on the floor. "See, Louie, they dropped some when they were leaving."
"They who?" Marcos snapped.
"Two guys who live upstairs. They said they weren't going to tell the others. They want it for themselves."
Tony opened the door and let it swing open wide. Louie stepped inside, his eyes widening at the sight. He let out a low whistle, clearly impressed. "Well, I'll be damned."
Terrence beamed with pride while Tony shot a smirk in Marcos's direction. "We thought you'd like it."
Louie nodded, a rare smile spreading across his face. "You did good. Real good. We're gonna get all of this out of here tonight. I'll arrange for the panel vans to come in under the cover of darkness. We'll be rich men by morning."
Tony and Terrence exchanged triumphant looks. They had finally got back in Louie's good graces, and they couldn't wait to see the payoff.
As they headed back to the surface to make the arrangements, Marcos couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that settled in the pit of his stomach. But the lure of the loot was too strong, and he pushed the doubt aside. This was their ticket to fortune, and nothing was going to stand in their way. Not even these bumbling idiots.
"Sorry, but I can't help myself. I've never seen stuff like this in my entire life."
Vinny whispered, "Keep it up. They heard you, and they are moving closer now."
Billy dangled the glittery diamond in the air while Ryan pulled another from the black velvet bag.
"We've got to tell the others. We're set for life."
"Tell the others. Are you nuts?" Billy shrieked. "This is our stash, and we aren't sharing it."
Ryan's eyes danced with mischief. "Let's stash it somewhere. If someone else finds the room, we still have the diamonds."
"Great idea." Billy ran his hand along the wall, finding the loose rock they'd fixed earlier. "Put the bag in here. Nobody will be looking behind some broken stone."
Ryan shoved the velvet bag into the hole, replaced the stone, and winked. "We'll need a truck to haul all that stuff out of here, but for now, the diamonds are just ours."
Billy scattered a few loose diamonds on the floor and whispered, "For good measure. These guys don't look too bright."
The two men retreated to the staircase while Vinny waited to see if the gangsters took the bait. As the men approached the room, Vinny felt satisfied that their plan had worked, and he rejoined the others.
*****
"Are you sure those guys are gone?" Terrence hugged the wall, his knees knocking, afraid they might stumble across the ghosts from the water tower again.
"These weren't ghosts, Terrence. We saw them with our own eyes." Tony rolled his eyes at his partner. "Come on. Let's get a closer look at those gems."
As they moved closer, Tony paused, his flashlight catching something glittering on the damp floor. "Terrence, over here!" he whispered, excitement creeping into his voice.
Terrence crept along the wall, his eyes darting everywhere, waiting for a ghost to jump out at him. "Tony, I don't like this. Can't we go?"
"Are you nuts?" Tony reached down and picked up the loose diamonds from the floor. "We just hit the jackpot, my friend."
Terrence's eyes widened as he saw the diamonds sparkle in Tony's hand. "You sure they're not glass?"
"Since the water tower incident, your brains are not firing on all cylinders. Tell me, would those guys have been so excited and hid the bag in the wall if it was glass?"
Tony ran his hand up and down the wall. "Bring that flashlight over here. I can't find where they put the stuff."
Terrence checked behind him, then moved to Tony's side, shining the flashlight along the wall. With the light, Tony quickly found the loose rock and pried it open, revealing the velvet bag. As he opened it, he let out a low whistle. "Louie's never gonna believe this."
Terrence's eyes lit up. "I don't believe it, and I'm standing here looking at them. Let's get out of here and find Louie."
"Not so fast! I want to take a gander at what's in the room they were so excited about. It'll only take a second."
Tony opened the door and almost collapsed as his eyes scanned the room. "It's — oh my God!" He spun around to face his friend. "Terrence, we found the treasure."
Terrence peered over Tony's shoulder. "We gotta tell the boss before anyone else does. He's going to love us!"
Tony shoved the diamonds into his pocket, closed the door, and the two men raced down the dark corridor.
*****
As they exited the tunnel, Terrence and Tony stopped, shading their eyes from the bright sunlight.
Louie's makeshift desk had been moved to a shadier location under a small glen of trees. Marcos and several other top dogs in the organization sat on a row of wine kegs, smoking and drinking beers.
Spotting the two men exiting the undergrowth that hid the tunnel entrance, Marcos stood and walked toward them. "Are you guys idiots? Louie told you to get out of his sight."
"But —" Terrence stuttered.
"No buts." Marcos took his gun out of his holster, waving it menacingly at the two men. "If you value your lives, I'd get back in there and find that treasure."
"That's what we're trying to tell you." Tony gasped for air, breathless from running through the tunnels. "We found it."
Marcos laughed and turned toward Louie, who was relaxing in the shade, enjoying his cigar. "Hey, boss, these two morons say they found the treasure."
Louie snuffed his cigar in the glass ashtray and picked up his gun. "Bring'em over here. If this is another ghost story, we'll shoot them."
Terrence stammered, "Shoot us! No, boss, we ain't lying. Tony, show 'em."
Tony pulled the velvet bag from his pocket and emptied a handful of diamonds onto the desk. He retrieved the diamond necklace from his other pocket and dropped it alongside the others. Satisfied, he smirked, "And there's lots more stuff."
Louie's eyes widened. Putting his gun back in his shoulder holster, he picked up the necklace and inspected it closely. "Where the hell did you find these?"
Tony grinned, unable to contain his excitement. "There's more, boss. A whole room of valuables. I'm telling you, it's the treasure."
Louie's suspicions melted into greed. "Show me."
The three men, followed by Louie's entourage, made their way back through the tunnels, their flashlights flickering in the darkness.
Marcos muttered, "Boss, it's just another wild good chase. These guys don't know where they are going."
"We do! It's just around the corner." Tony reassured Louie.
Louie snarled, "You better not be yanking my chain."
Terrence shrank backward from Louie, but Tony beamed. "It's the treasure, boss. I'm telling you, we found the whole mother lode."
Tony's flashlight beam flickered across the floor, spotting a few loose diamonds remaining on the floor. "See, Louie, they dropped some when they were leaving."
"They who?" Marcos snapped.
"Two guys who live upstairs. They said they weren't going to tell the others. They want it for themselves."
Tony opened the door and let it swing open wide. Louie stepped inside, his eyes widening at the sight. He let out a low whistle, clearly impressed. "Well, I'll be damned."
Terrence beamed with pride while Tony shot a smirk in Marcos's direction. "We thought you'd like it."
Louie nodded, a rare smile spreading across his face. "You did good. Real good. We're gonna get all of this out of here tonight. I'll arrange for the panel vans to come in under the cover of darkness. We'll be rich men by morning."
Tony and Terrence exchanged triumphant looks. They had finally got back in Louie's good graces, and they couldn't wait to see the payoff.
As they headed back to the surface to make the arrangements, Marcos couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that settled in the pit of his stomach. But the lure of the loot was too strong, and he pushed the doubt aside. This was their ticket to fortune, and nothing was going to stand in their way. Not even these bumbling idiots.
Sandra Monroe - fledgling crime investigative reporter
Detective Ryan Hamilton - a ghost
Judge William Parker - the grandfather and ghost
Will Parker - the father and ghost
Judge William Parker (Billy) - the grandson and ghost
Benny Gonzales - The Hitman - a ghost
Lorrie - the housekeeper - a ghost
James Matthews - writer living in the mansion's carriage house - a ghost
Noah Wakefield - deceased
Madeline Wakefield - widow
Tim - Sandra's father and a ghost
Victoria - the ghostly FORMER mistress in the 1800s
Esther - a female ghost from the 1800s, hoping to reclaim what's rightfully hers
Sebastian - once a lover and friend of Victoria's but now a celestial being
Frankie Saladino - mobster boss
Louie Frisella - Frankie's #1 man
Marco - a wanna-be fighting his way up the ranks
Maurice - head of a rival crew
Vinny - a ghost of William's past
Sgt. Patrick O'Rielly - William's friend from the past and a ghost
Jack O'Rielly - police officer and grandson of Patrick (a mortal)
Michael Sullivan - a rookie with the police force (a mortal)
Les Miller - CEO of Crime Stoppers Gazette and Sandra's boss
Annie - Sandra's assistant
Tyler - the local sheriff
Tony and Terrence - two bumbling wanna-be gangsters
Pays
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and 2 member cents. Detective Ryan Hamilton - a ghost
Judge William Parker - the grandfather and ghost
Will Parker - the father and ghost
Judge William Parker (Billy) - the grandson and ghost
Benny Gonzales - The Hitman - a ghost
Lorrie - the housekeeper - a ghost
James Matthews - writer living in the mansion's carriage house - a ghost
Noah Wakefield - deceased
Madeline Wakefield - widow
Tim - Sandra's father and a ghost
Victoria - the ghostly FORMER mistress in the 1800s
Esther - a female ghost from the 1800s, hoping to reclaim what's rightfully hers
Sebastian - once a lover and friend of Victoria's but now a celestial being
Frankie Saladino - mobster boss
Louie Frisella - Frankie's #1 man
Marco - a wanna-be fighting his way up the ranks
Maurice - head of a rival crew
Vinny - a ghost of William's past
Sgt. Patrick O'Rielly - William's friend from the past and a ghost
Jack O'Rielly - police officer and grandson of Patrick (a mortal)
Michael Sullivan - a rookie with the police force (a mortal)
Les Miller - CEO of Crime Stoppers Gazette and Sandra's boss
Annie - Sandra's assistant
Tyler - the local sheriff
Tony and Terrence - two bumbling wanna-be gangsters
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