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Danni and Tango meet Miriam
A chapter in the book Miracles
Miracles - Chap 25
by Begin Again
The rhythmic hum of Jack Lexington's helicopter blades filled the air as it lifted off, a black silhouette slicing against the fading twilight. Below, the estate began to settle, the threatened war giving way to a peaceful calm.
Moments after the helicopter disappeared into the horizon, an unmarked SUV pulled into the circular driveway, its tires crunching against the gravel. The sleek black vehicle bore no insignia, but its purpose was unmistakable.
Three Federal Marshals, clad in plain suits that couldn't quite conceal their sidearms, stepped out with precision. One of them, a tall man with sharp features, strode toward the front door. He flashed a badge briefly before speaking into his earpiece. "Rossi is secured. Preparing for transport." The two other men waited outside their vehicle, guns at the ready.
Now handcuffed and subdued, Rossi was led out by the first Marshal. His bravado from earlier had vanished, replaced by a pale, defeated look as he glanced nervously around. The imposing mansion, once a stage for his overconfidence, now seemed to mock him.
The tension that had gripped its halls seemed to dissipate inside the mansion as Frank watched from the grand foyer. He gave a subtle nod to one of his men, signaling that the house could return to normal operations. The lockdown was over.
As Rossi was placed into the back of the SUV, one of the Marshals leaned in. "Bayside's ready for you. No special treatment this time."
The doors slammed shut with finality. The vehicle's engine roared to life, and it sped off into the night, carrying Rossi to the place where his connections and double dealings would mean nothing.
Inside, Frank adjusted his cufflinks, glancing out the window as the SUV disappeared. He turned to his staff, who had gathered nearby. "Alright. Back to work. Let's get this place running as it should."
*****
Garth stepped into the quiet hospital corridor, still buzzing from the night's events. Frank's mansion, connected to the hospital by a short walkway, seemed like another world entirely.
Donatelli was stable, though the amnesia lingered. Garth had spent the last hour ensuring security was tight, and Rossi's betrayal wouldn't leave any loose ends. Now, leaning against the wall outside Donatelli's room, he dialed Tango.
"Tango," came the familiar voice.
"It's done," Garth said. "Rossi's in cuffs."
"Good to hear," Tango replied. "How'd he take it?"
"Like a rat caught in the trap," Garth said, a hint of satisfaction in his tone. "He screamed the whole way out, but Jack didn't flinch. Handed him over like the trash he is."
Tango chuckled. "Sounds about right. And DeLuca? You're not gonna believe this —Â he's done an about-face. He's got Maxwell in custody and overseeing the retrieval of Eleanor's paintings from the bar."
"DeLuca?" Garth asked, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Maybe a zebra can change its stripes."
"Tell me about it," Tango replied. "And it gets better — Bruiser and William are flipping. They're spilling everything to keep their necks out of the noose."
Garth exhaled, a small smile breaking through. "Good. Maybe we'll finally get some justice out of this mess."
"Maybe," Tango agreed, but his tone darkened. "There's still Crystal, though. Danni's been with her all day, trying to convince her to press charges against Bruiser. The poor woman's terrified."
"She has every right to be," Garth said, his smile fading. "A guy like Bruiser leaves scars that don't heal easily. But we need her to testify. Without her, it's his word against the system."
"Danni's not giving up," Tango said. "But Crystal's barely holding on. One wrong move could spook her."
"Stay close," Garth advised. "We can't rush her, but we need her to feel safe. Let me know if she starts to waver."
"Will do," Tango said. "We're stopping by to check on the house before heading your way. Danni's chomping at the bit to see the baby."
"She's not the only one," Garth said with a smirk. "It's been a long night. Maybe that little one will remind us what all this fighting is for."
"True enough," Tango said, his voice softening. "We'll be there soon."
As Garth hung up, he glanced through the window of Donatelli's room. His friend was resting, the stillness almost unnatural for someone who had survived so much. Garth knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy — for Donatelli, Crystal, Jenna, or any of them. But for the first time in a long while, it felt like they were on the verge of turning the tide.
*****
Returning to the old mansion without Rebecca and Jenna felt strange. Danni couldn't forget how not long ago they'd been laughing and exploring the place, eager to learn about its history. Now, the chill in the room from the night air made it feel eerie, even to a ghost.
Tango poked at the fire until it roared to life, casting flickering shadows across the grand room. Danni stood by the window, her figure illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the drapes. Even knowing her ethereal nature, he couldn't help but be drawn to her presence.
"Got a little something to set the mood," he announced, holding up a bottle of champagne he'd found in the kitchen and a mismatched plate of cheese and crackers.
Danni turned, her lips curling into a smile as she walked toward him. "You're quite the romantic, aren't you? Leftover cheese and champagne — how could a girl resist?"
"Hey, I'm working with what I've got," he shot back, popping the cork with a triumphant grin. The champagne fizzed energetically, spilling over the rim of the glasses he'd scavenged.
They settled near the fire, the warmth of the flames countering the coolness of the night. Tango poured them both a glass and raised his in a toast.
"To unlikely partnerships and ghostly encounters," he said, the mischievous twinkle in his eyes earning a laugh from Danni.
As they sipped and read through the first bundle of letters, the mood changed. The playful caregiving gave way to something more reflective. Danni traced her finger over the faded ink of one of the letters, her expression softening.
"This was a life filled with so much sacrifice," she murmured. "Choices made out of duty, not love."
Tango leaned back, watching her. "You ever think about it? The life you had before — all this?"
She looked up, her gaze meeting his. "I've thought about it every day since I became what I am. It's like a book with missing pages — frustrating and incomplete. But moments like this," she gestured to the fire, the champagne, and him. "They make it easier."
He shifted closer, a crooked smile playing on his lips. "Well, I'm just saying, nights like this don't have to be one-time things."
Danni laughed. "Tango, you do remember I'm a ghost, right? Not exactly girlfriend material."
"Yeah," he said, leaning toward her, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur. "But you're here now. That counts for something."
For a moment, the space between them seemed to hum with an unspoken connection, the lines between the living and the spectral blurring in the glow of the firelight.
Danni tilted her head, studying him. "You are something else, Tango."
"And don't you forget it," he replied, his grin widening as he poured her another glass of champagne.
His phone buzzed. "It's the boss again. I better take this."
"Of course, I want to get a box for these letters in case Rebecca wants to read them." She stood and headed upstairs. She remembered seeing a few small boxes up there.
"Tango here."
"It's Garth," he said. "Just giving you an update. Rossi's locked up. Donatelli's secure, though his memory's still shot. Security here's tight, but I'll stay until you arrive."
"Good to hear," Tango replied. "We're heading your way soon.
As Garth continued updating Tango on the latest developments, Danni stood near the window at the top of the staircase, staring into the night. Something was in the air — an unfamiliar warmth mixed with a shiver running down her spine. She gasped as the sensation deepened, a faint flicker of light just visible in the corner of her eye.
"Danni?" Tango called out from the stairs. "You, okay?"
She raised a hand to quiet him, tilting her head as if listening to something only she could hear. "She's here," Danni murmured, her voice soft but firm.
Tango frowned, confused. "Who's here?" Concerned, he returned to the phone call, "Garth, if that's all, I'm going to let you go. Danni needs me for something." He hung up and started up the stairs.
Danni stepped away from the window, her heart pounding, and turned toward the flickering light. "Don't be afraid," she said aloud, her tone gentle. "I can feel you. I know you're watching."
The air seemed to swirl, and the faint light grew brighter, forming the outline of an older woman. Her presence was serene yet hesitant.
"Miriam?" Danni said softly. "You don't need to hide. I'm Eleanor's friend."
The ghost's form shimmered, more defined now, though her features flickered as if unsure of her welcome. "You — you see me?" Miriam's voice was fragile, touched with wonder.
Danni smiled faintly. "Of course I do. We're not so different, you and I."
Miriam's face softened, though a trace of sadness lingered. "I could sense something was wrong. Rebecca — is she—"
"She's okay," Danni interrupted quickly, stepping closer. "There was an accident, but she's recovering well. You don't need to worry."
Miriam's shoulders relaxed, her translucent form flickering as she sighed in relief. "Thank you. For watching over her. I've tried, but I can only do so much."
"You've done more than you realize," Danni said, her voice filled with encouragement. "Especially caring for Matthew."
Miriam glanced toward the door as if something beyond it called to her. "I should go, but — thank you again. For everything."
"Don't be a stranger," Danni said with a playful grin. "Rebecca could use you right now — even if she doesn't know it."
Miriam smiled faintly, her form fading until the room felt still again.
Tango stepped forward, his brow furrowed. "Was that who I think it was?"
Danni nodded. "Miriam. Rebecca's grandmother."
"And you just — talked to her like that?"
Danni smirked. "It's not my first ghostly conversation."
Tango shook his head, half in disbelief. "You're something else, Danni."
"And don't you forget it," she said, grabbing her coat. "Now, let's get moving. We've got a baby to meet."
*****
Danni paused on the steps outside the house, her head tilting slightly. The faint hum of a presence brushed against her senses — Miriam was still there.
She turned slowly, her eyes scanning the surroundings. "You're still here, aren't you?" Danni said softly.
The faint shimmer of light materialized near the edge of the porch, barely visible to anyone else. Danni smiled and stepped closer. "Do you want to come?"
Miriam hesitated, her form flickering like a candle flame in a breeze.
Danni raised her finger to her lips, a playful glint in her eyes. "It'll be our little secret."
Miriam's outline steadied, a faint nod visible.
"It'll be okay," Danni reassured her, opening the car's passenger door. Miriam hesitated again but moved closer, her ethereal presence blending seamlessly into the vehicle. Danni grinned and whispered, "Not bad for your first time in a car, huh?"
Tango emerged from the house, closing the door behind him. "All set," he said, brushing his hands together. He handed her the box with the letters. "You forgot these.
Danni was leaning against the car, smiling. She giggled and took the box from him.
"What's so funny?" he asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
Danni shrugged, slipping into the passenger seat. "Nothing. I'm just happy about everything."
Tango gave her a skeptical look before climbing into the driver's seat. "Uh-huh. Sure, you are."
As the car started and they drove off, Danni giggled again, feeling Miriam's presence like a warm glow beside her. She could almost hear Miriam's soft gasp of wonder at the sensation of movement.
"It's nice, isn't it?" Danni murmured. Miriam's presence seemed to shimmer in response.
Tango glanced at Danni from the corner of his eye, shaking his head. "You're acting weird, you know that?"
Danni stifled another laugh, looking out the window with a satisfied smile. "Weird? Nah. I'm just in a good mood."
Tango smirked, keeping his eyes on the road. "If you say so. But I'm keeping an eye on you."
Danni leaned back in her seat, feeling a quiet sense of connection with Miriam beside her. As the car sped toward the hospital, the world outside seemed a little brighter, a little warmer — a small moment of peace amidst the chaos.
The rhythmic hum of Jack Lexington's helicopter blades filled the air as it lifted off, a black silhouette slicing against the fading twilight. Below, the estate began to settle, the threatened war giving way to a peaceful calm.
Moments after the helicopter disappeared into the horizon, an unmarked SUV pulled into the circular driveway, its tires crunching against the gravel. The sleek black vehicle bore no insignia, but its purpose was unmistakable.
Three Federal Marshals, clad in plain suits that couldn't quite conceal their sidearms, stepped out with precision. One of them, a tall man with sharp features, strode toward the front door. He flashed a badge briefly before speaking into his earpiece. "Rossi is secured. Preparing for transport." The two other men waited outside their vehicle, guns at the ready.
Now handcuffed and subdued, Rossi was led out by the first Marshal. His bravado from earlier had vanished, replaced by a pale, defeated look as he glanced nervously around. The imposing mansion, once a stage for his overconfidence, now seemed to mock him.
The tension that had gripped its halls seemed to dissipate inside the mansion as Frank watched from the grand foyer. He gave a subtle nod to one of his men, signaling that the house could return to normal operations. The lockdown was over.
As Rossi was placed into the back of the SUV, one of the Marshals leaned in. "Bayside's ready for you. No special treatment this time."
The doors slammed shut with finality. The vehicle's engine roared to life, and it sped off into the night, carrying Rossi to the place where his connections and double dealings would mean nothing.
Inside, Frank adjusted his cufflinks, glancing out the window as the SUV disappeared. He turned to his staff, who had gathered nearby. "Alright. Back to work. Let's get this place running as it should."
*****
Garth stepped into the quiet hospital corridor, still buzzing from the night's events. Frank's mansion, connected to the hospital by a short walkway, seemed like another world entirely.
Donatelli was stable, though the amnesia lingered. Garth had spent the last hour ensuring security was tight, and Rossi's betrayal wouldn't leave any loose ends. Now, leaning against the wall outside Donatelli's room, he dialed Tango.
"Tango," came the familiar voice.
"It's done," Garth said. "Rossi's in cuffs."
"Good to hear," Tango replied. "How'd he take it?"
"Like a rat caught in the trap," Garth said, a hint of satisfaction in his tone. "He screamed the whole way out, but Jack didn't flinch. Handed him over like the trash he is."
Tango chuckled. "Sounds about right. And DeLuca? You're not gonna believe this —Â he's done an about-face. He's got Maxwell in custody and overseeing the retrieval of Eleanor's paintings from the bar."
"DeLuca?" Garth asked, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Maybe a zebra can change its stripes."
"Tell me about it," Tango replied. "And it gets better — Bruiser and William are flipping. They're spilling everything to keep their necks out of the noose."
Garth exhaled, a small smile breaking through. "Good. Maybe we'll finally get some justice out of this mess."
"Maybe," Tango agreed, but his tone darkened. "There's still Crystal, though. Danni's been with her all day, trying to convince her to press charges against Bruiser. The poor woman's terrified."
"She has every right to be," Garth said, his smile fading. "A guy like Bruiser leaves scars that don't heal easily. But we need her to testify. Without her, it's his word against the system."
"Danni's not giving up," Tango said. "But Crystal's barely holding on. One wrong move could spook her."
"Stay close," Garth advised. "We can't rush her, but we need her to feel safe. Let me know if she starts to waver."
"Will do," Tango said. "We're stopping by to check on the house before heading your way. Danni's chomping at the bit to see the baby."
"She's not the only one," Garth said with a smirk. "It's been a long night. Maybe that little one will remind us what all this fighting is for."
"True enough," Tango said, his voice softening. "We'll be there soon."
As Garth hung up, he glanced through the window of Donatelli's room. His friend was resting, the stillness almost unnatural for someone who had survived so much. Garth knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy — for Donatelli, Crystal, Jenna, or any of them. But for the first time in a long while, it felt like they were on the verge of turning the tide.
*****
Returning to the old mansion without Rebecca and Jenna felt strange. Danni couldn't forget how not long ago they'd been laughing and exploring the place, eager to learn about its history. Now, the chill in the room from the night air made it feel eerie, even to a ghost.
Tango poked at the fire until it roared to life, casting flickering shadows across the grand room. Danni stood by the window, her figure illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the drapes. Even knowing her ethereal nature, he couldn't help but be drawn to her presence.
"Got a little something to set the mood," he announced, holding up a bottle of champagne he'd found in the kitchen and a mismatched plate of cheese and crackers.
Danni turned, her lips curling into a smile as she walked toward him. "You're quite the romantic, aren't you? Leftover cheese and champagne — how could a girl resist?"
"Hey, I'm working with what I've got," he shot back, popping the cork with a triumphant grin. The champagne fizzed energetically, spilling over the rim of the glasses he'd scavenged.
They settled near the fire, the warmth of the flames countering the coolness of the night. Tango poured them both a glass and raised his in a toast.
"To unlikely partnerships and ghostly encounters," he said, the mischievous twinkle in his eyes earning a laugh from Danni.
As they sipped and read through the first bundle of letters, the mood changed. The playful caregiving gave way to something more reflective. Danni traced her finger over the faded ink of one of the letters, her expression softening.
"This was a life filled with so much sacrifice," she murmured. "Choices made out of duty, not love."
Tango leaned back, watching her. "You ever think about it? The life you had before — all this?"
She looked up, her gaze meeting his. "I've thought about it every day since I became what I am. It's like a book with missing pages — frustrating and incomplete. But moments like this," she gestured to the fire, the champagne, and him. "They make it easier."
He shifted closer, a crooked smile playing on his lips. "Well, I'm just saying, nights like this don't have to be one-time things."
Danni laughed. "Tango, you do remember I'm a ghost, right? Not exactly girlfriend material."
"Yeah," he said, leaning toward her, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur. "But you're here now. That counts for something."
For a moment, the space between them seemed to hum with an unspoken connection, the lines between the living and the spectral blurring in the glow of the firelight.
Danni tilted her head, studying him. "You are something else, Tango."
"And don't you forget it," he replied, his grin widening as he poured her another glass of champagne.
His phone buzzed. "It's the boss again. I better take this."
"Of course, I want to get a box for these letters in case Rebecca wants to read them." She stood and headed upstairs. She remembered seeing a few small boxes up there.
"Tango here."
"It's Garth," he said. "Just giving you an update. Rossi's locked up. Donatelli's secure, though his memory's still shot. Security here's tight, but I'll stay until you arrive."
"Good to hear," Tango replied. "We're heading your way soon.
As Garth continued updating Tango on the latest developments, Danni stood near the window at the top of the staircase, staring into the night. Something was in the air — an unfamiliar warmth mixed with a shiver running down her spine. She gasped as the sensation deepened, a faint flicker of light just visible in the corner of her eye.
"Danni?" Tango called out from the stairs. "You, okay?"
She raised a hand to quiet him, tilting her head as if listening to something only she could hear. "She's here," Danni murmured, her voice soft but firm.
Tango frowned, confused. "Who's here?" Concerned, he returned to the phone call, "Garth, if that's all, I'm going to let you go. Danni needs me for something." He hung up and started up the stairs.
Danni stepped away from the window, her heart pounding, and turned toward the flickering light. "Don't be afraid," she said aloud, her tone gentle. "I can feel you. I know you're watching."
The air seemed to swirl, and the faint light grew brighter, forming the outline of an older woman. Her presence was serene yet hesitant.
"Miriam?" Danni said softly. "You don't need to hide. I'm Eleanor's friend."
The ghost's form shimmered, more defined now, though her features flickered as if unsure of her welcome. "You — you see me?" Miriam's voice was fragile, touched with wonder.
Danni smiled faintly. "Of course I do. We're not so different, you and I."
Miriam's face softened, though a trace of sadness lingered. "I could sense something was wrong. Rebecca — is she—"
"She's okay," Danni interrupted quickly, stepping closer. "There was an accident, but she's recovering well. You don't need to worry."
Miriam's shoulders relaxed, her translucent form flickering as she sighed in relief. "Thank you. For watching over her. I've tried, but I can only do so much."
"You've done more than you realize," Danni said, her voice filled with encouragement. "Especially caring for Matthew."
Miriam glanced toward the door as if something beyond it called to her. "I should go, but — thank you again. For everything."
"Don't be a stranger," Danni said with a playful grin. "Rebecca could use you right now — even if she doesn't know it."
Miriam smiled faintly, her form fading until the room felt still again.
Tango stepped forward, his brow furrowed. "Was that who I think it was?"
Danni nodded. "Miriam. Rebecca's grandmother."
"And you just — talked to her like that?"
Danni smirked. "It's not my first ghostly conversation."
Tango shook his head, half in disbelief. "You're something else, Danni."
"And don't you forget it," she said, grabbing her coat. "Now, let's get moving. We've got a baby to meet."
*****
Danni paused on the steps outside the house, her head tilting slightly. The faint hum of a presence brushed against her senses — Miriam was still there.
She turned slowly, her eyes scanning the surroundings. "You're still here, aren't you?" Danni said softly.
The faint shimmer of light materialized near the edge of the porch, barely visible to anyone else. Danni smiled and stepped closer. "Do you want to come?"
Miriam hesitated, her form flickering like a candle flame in a breeze.
Danni raised her finger to her lips, a playful glint in her eyes. "It'll be our little secret."
Miriam's outline steadied, a faint nod visible.
"It'll be okay," Danni reassured her, opening the car's passenger door. Miriam hesitated again but moved closer, her ethereal presence blending seamlessly into the vehicle. Danni grinned and whispered, "Not bad for your first time in a car, huh?"
Tango emerged from the house, closing the door behind him. "All set," he said, brushing his hands together. He handed her the box with the letters. "You forgot these.
Danni was leaning against the car, smiling. She giggled and took the box from him.
"What's so funny?" he asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
Danni shrugged, slipping into the passenger seat. "Nothing. I'm just happy about everything."
Tango gave her a skeptical look before climbing into the driver's seat. "Uh-huh. Sure, you are."
As the car started and they drove off, Danni giggled again, feeling Miriam's presence like a warm glow beside her. She could almost hear Miriam's soft gasp of wonder at the sensation of movement.
"It's nice, isn't it?" Danni murmured. Miriam's presence seemed to shimmer in response.
Tango glanced at Danni from the corner of his eye, shaking his head. "You're acting weird, you know that?"
Danni stifled another laugh, looking out the window with a satisfied smile. "Weird? Nah. I'm just in a good mood."
Tango smirked, keeping his eyes on the road. "If you say so. But I'm keeping an eye on you."
Danni leaned back in her seat, feeling a quiet sense of connection with Miriam beside her. As the car sped toward the hospital, the world outside seemed a little brighter, a little warmer — a small moment of peace amidst the chaos.
Moments after the helicopter disappeared into the horizon, an unmarked SUV pulled into the circular driveway, its tires crunching against the gravel. The sleek black vehicle bore no insignia, but its purpose was unmistakable.
Three Federal Marshals, clad in plain suits that couldn't quite conceal their sidearms, stepped out with precision. One of them, a tall man with sharp features, strode toward the front door. He flashed a badge briefly before speaking into his earpiece. "Rossi is secured. Preparing for transport." The two other men waited outside their vehicle, guns at the ready.
Now handcuffed and subdued, Rossi was led out by the first Marshal. His bravado from earlier had vanished, replaced by a pale, defeated look as he glanced nervously around. The imposing mansion, once a stage for his overconfidence, now seemed to mock him.
The tension that had gripped its halls seemed to dissipate inside the mansion as Frank watched from the grand foyer. He gave a subtle nod to one of his men, signaling that the house could return to normal operations. The lockdown was over.
As Rossi was placed into the back of the SUV, one of the Marshals leaned in. "Bayside's ready for you. No special treatment this time."
The doors slammed shut with finality. The vehicle's engine roared to life, and it sped off into the night, carrying Rossi to the place where his connections and double dealings would mean nothing.
Inside, Frank adjusted his cufflinks, glancing out the window as the SUV disappeared. He turned to his staff, who had gathered nearby. "Alright. Back to work. Let's get this place running as it should."
*****
Garth stepped into the quiet hospital corridor, still buzzing from the night's events. Frank's mansion, connected to the hospital by a short walkway, seemed like another world entirely.
Donatelli was stable, though the amnesia lingered. Garth had spent the last hour ensuring security was tight, and Rossi's betrayal wouldn't leave any loose ends. Now, leaning against the wall outside Donatelli's room, he dialed Tango.
"Tango," came the familiar voice.
"It's done," Garth said. "Rossi's in cuffs."
"Good to hear," Tango replied. "How'd he take it?"
"Like a rat caught in the trap," Garth said, a hint of satisfaction in his tone. "He screamed the whole way out, but Jack didn't flinch. Handed him over like the trash he is."
Tango chuckled. "Sounds about right. And DeLuca? You're not gonna believe this —Â he's done an about-face. He's got Maxwell in custody and overseeing the retrieval of Eleanor's paintings from the bar."
"DeLuca?" Garth asked, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Maybe a zebra can change its stripes."
"Tell me about it," Tango replied. "And it gets better — Bruiser and William are flipping. They're spilling everything to keep their necks out of the noose."
Garth exhaled, a small smile breaking through. "Good. Maybe we'll finally get some justice out of this mess."
"Maybe," Tango agreed, but his tone darkened. "There's still Crystal, though. Danni's been with her all day, trying to convince her to press charges against Bruiser. The poor woman's terrified."
"She has every right to be," Garth said, his smile fading. "A guy like Bruiser leaves scars that don't heal easily. But we need her to testify. Without her, it's his word against the system."
"Danni's not giving up," Tango said. "But Crystal's barely holding on. One wrong move could spook her."
"Stay close," Garth advised. "We can't rush her, but we need her to feel safe. Let me know if she starts to waver."
"Will do," Tango said. "We're stopping by to check on the house before heading your way. Danni's chomping at the bit to see the baby."
"She's not the only one," Garth said with a smirk. "It's been a long night. Maybe that little one will remind us what all this fighting is for."
"True enough," Tango said, his voice softening. "We'll be there soon."
As Garth hung up, he glanced through the window of Donatelli's room. His friend was resting, the stillness almost unnatural for someone who had survived so much. Garth knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy — for Donatelli, Crystal, Jenna, or any of them. But for the first time in a long while, it felt like they were on the verge of turning the tide.
*****
Returning to the old mansion without Rebecca and Jenna felt strange. Danni couldn't forget how not long ago they'd been laughing and exploring the place, eager to learn about its history. Now, the chill in the room from the night air made it feel eerie, even to a ghost.
Tango poked at the fire until it roared to life, casting flickering shadows across the grand room. Danni stood by the window, her figure illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the drapes. Even knowing her ethereal nature, he couldn't help but be drawn to her presence.
"Got a little something to set the mood," he announced, holding up a bottle of champagne he'd found in the kitchen and a mismatched plate of cheese and crackers.
Danni turned, her lips curling into a smile as she walked toward him. "You're quite the romantic, aren't you? Leftover cheese and champagne — how could a girl resist?"
"Hey, I'm working with what I've got," he shot back, popping the cork with a triumphant grin. The champagne fizzed energetically, spilling over the rim of the glasses he'd scavenged.
They settled near the fire, the warmth of the flames countering the coolness of the night. Tango poured them both a glass and raised his in a toast.
"To unlikely partnerships and ghostly encounters," he said, the mischievous twinkle in his eyes earning a laugh from Danni.
As they sipped and read through the first bundle of letters, the mood changed. The playful caregiving gave way to something more reflective. Danni traced her finger over the faded ink of one of the letters, her expression softening.
"This was a life filled with so much sacrifice," she murmured. "Choices made out of duty, not love."
Tango leaned back, watching her. "You ever think about it? The life you had before — all this?"
She looked up, her gaze meeting his. "I've thought about it every day since I became what I am. It's like a book with missing pages — frustrating and incomplete. But moments like this," she gestured to the fire, the champagne, and him. "They make it easier."
He shifted closer, a crooked smile playing on his lips. "Well, I'm just saying, nights like this don't have to be one-time things."
Danni laughed. "Tango, you do remember I'm a ghost, right? Not exactly girlfriend material."
"Yeah," he said, leaning toward her, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur. "But you're here now. That counts for something."
For a moment, the space between them seemed to hum with an unspoken connection, the lines between the living and the spectral blurring in the glow of the firelight.
Danni tilted her head, studying him. "You are something else, Tango."
"And don't you forget it," he replied, his grin widening as he poured her another glass of champagne.
His phone buzzed. "It's the boss again. I better take this."
"Of course, I want to get a box for these letters in case Rebecca wants to read them." She stood and headed upstairs. She remembered seeing a few small boxes up there.
"Tango here."
"It's Garth," he said. "Just giving you an update. Rossi's locked up. Donatelli's secure, though his memory's still shot. Security here's tight, but I'll stay until you arrive."
"Good to hear," Tango replied. "We're heading your way soon.
As Garth continued updating Tango on the latest developments, Danni stood near the window at the top of the staircase, staring into the night. Something was in the air — an unfamiliar warmth mixed with a shiver running down her spine. She gasped as the sensation deepened, a faint flicker of light just visible in the corner of her eye.
"Danni?" Tango called out from the stairs. "You, okay?"
She raised a hand to quiet him, tilting her head as if listening to something only she could hear. "She's here," Danni murmured, her voice soft but firm.
Tango frowned, confused. "Who's here?" Concerned, he returned to the phone call, "Garth, if that's all, I'm going to let you go. Danni needs me for something." He hung up and started up the stairs.
Danni stepped away from the window, her heart pounding, and turned toward the flickering light. "Don't be afraid," she said aloud, her tone gentle. "I can feel you. I know you're watching."
The air seemed to swirl, and the faint light grew brighter, forming the outline of an older woman. Her presence was serene yet hesitant.
"Miriam?" Danni said softly. "You don't need to hide. I'm Eleanor's friend."
The ghost's form shimmered, more defined now, though her features flickered as if unsure of her welcome. "You — you see me?" Miriam's voice was fragile, touched with wonder.
Danni smiled faintly. "Of course I do. We're not so different, you and I."
Miriam's face softened, though a trace of sadness lingered. "I could sense something was wrong. Rebecca — is she—"
"She's okay," Danni interrupted quickly, stepping closer. "There was an accident, but she's recovering well. You don't need to worry."
Miriam's shoulders relaxed, her translucent form flickering as she sighed in relief. "Thank you. For watching over her. I've tried, but I can only do so much."
"You've done more than you realize," Danni said, her voice filled with encouragement. "Especially caring for Matthew."
Miriam glanced toward the door as if something beyond it called to her. "I should go, but — thank you again. For everything."
"Don't be a stranger," Danni said with a playful grin. "Rebecca could use you right now — even if she doesn't know it."
Miriam smiled faintly, her form fading until the room felt still again.
Tango stepped forward, his brow furrowed. "Was that who I think it was?"
Danni nodded. "Miriam. Rebecca's grandmother."
"And you just — talked to her like that?"
Danni smirked. "It's not my first ghostly conversation."
Tango shook his head, half in disbelief. "You're something else, Danni."
"And don't you forget it," she said, grabbing her coat. "Now, let's get moving. We've got a baby to meet."
*****
Danni paused on the steps outside the house, her head tilting slightly. The faint hum of a presence brushed against her senses — Miriam was still there.
She turned slowly, her eyes scanning the surroundings. "You're still here, aren't you?" Danni said softly.
The faint shimmer of light materialized near the edge of the porch, barely visible to anyone else. Danni smiled and stepped closer. "Do you want to come?"
Miriam hesitated, her form flickering like a candle flame in a breeze.
Danni raised her finger to her lips, a playful glint in her eyes. "It'll be our little secret."
Miriam's outline steadied, a faint nod visible.
"It'll be okay," Danni reassured her, opening the car's passenger door. Miriam hesitated again but moved closer, her ethereal presence blending seamlessly into the vehicle. Danni grinned and whispered, "Not bad for your first time in a car, huh?"
Tango emerged from the house, closing the door behind him. "All set," he said, brushing his hands together. He handed her the box with the letters. "You forgot these.
Danni was leaning against the car, smiling. She giggled and took the box from him.
"What's so funny?" he asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
Danni shrugged, slipping into the passenger seat. "Nothing. I'm just happy about everything."
Tango gave her a skeptical look before climbing into the driver's seat. "Uh-huh. Sure, you are."
As the car started and they drove off, Danni giggled again, feeling Miriam's presence like a warm glow beside her. She could almost hear Miriam's soft gasp of wonder at the sensation of movement.
"It's nice, isn't it?" Danni murmured. Miriam's presence seemed to shimmer in response.
Tango glanced at Danni from the corner of his eye, shaking his head. "You're acting weird, you know that?"
Danni stifled another laugh, looking out the window with a satisfied smile. "Weird? Nah. I'm just in a good mood."
Tango smirked, keeping his eyes on the road. "If you say so. But I'm keeping an eye on you."
Danni leaned back in her seat, feeling a quiet sense of connection with Miriam beside her. As the car sped toward the hospital, the world outside seemed a little brighter, a little warmer — a small moment of peace amidst the chaos.
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Sorry that I have to post the chapters so close together, but the deadline is fast approaching, and being out of town and Thanksgiving isn't making it easy. Thank you for understanding. Smiles, Carol
Eleanor - ghost detective
Jenna - Event planner, Eleanor's daughter, and falling in love with Donatelli
Garth Woodman - FBI Agent and widower (Allie)
Matthew Donatelli - Bayside's lead detective
John Doyle - Ex-judge and current inmate at Joliet State Prison
Vince Rossi - a mob lawyer
Danni - jr. ghost detective working with Donatelli
Rebecca - new girl in town and Jenna's assistant
William - highly skilled crook
Miriam - a spirit from days gone by
Phillip Henderson - Attorney - Wills and Trusts
Bruiser - the bouncer at the Hideaway
Tony - the bartender
Crystal - the cocktail waitress
Trevor Cascio - deceased owner of the estate
Owen Maxwell - special prosecutor
Joseph DeLuca - detective
Jason DeLuca - retired detective
Frank DiVito - retired gangster and childhood friend of Garth
Jack Lexington - Chicago kingpin
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and 2 member cents. Eleanor - ghost detective
Jenna - Event planner, Eleanor's daughter, and falling in love with Donatelli
Garth Woodman - FBI Agent and widower (Allie)
Matthew Donatelli - Bayside's lead detective
John Doyle - Ex-judge and current inmate at Joliet State Prison
Vince Rossi - a mob lawyer
Danni - jr. ghost detective working with Donatelli
Rebecca - new girl in town and Jenna's assistant
William - highly skilled crook
Miriam - a spirit from days gone by
Phillip Henderson - Attorney - Wills and Trusts
Bruiser - the bouncer at the Hideaway
Tony - the bartender
Crystal - the cocktail waitress
Trevor Cascio - deceased owner of the estate
Owen Maxwell - special prosecutor
Joseph DeLuca - detective
Jason DeLuca - retired detective
Frank DiVito - retired gangster and childhood friend of Garth
Jack Lexington - Chicago kingpin
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