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Picking up from last week’s snippet from a WiP about a matchmaking service. (Genre is paranormal/urban fantasy.)

“I take it that the cops never caught him?”

“I don’t think they tried very hard. After all, I was just a flapper girl. My grandmother, on the other hand… She might have paid someone to find the necklace. But she just as likely hired the man that killed me.”

Crystal raised an eyebrow.

“She… didn’t approve of my mother, or of me. My mother was… a bit wild. I was born out of wedlock and my mother never found a man to ‘make an honest woman of her.’ Grandmother saw me as an emblem of my mother’s shame, a stain on the family name.”

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Picking up from last week’s snippet from a WiP about a matchmaking service. (Genre is paranormal/urban fantasy.)

“What do you think he meant by ‘Finally!’?” Crystal was getting caught up in the mystery.

“I don’t know. The pendant had been in my family for longer than anyone knew, passed down from mother to daughter.”

“Did it have any other significance or special properties?”

Grace looked uncomfortable for a moment. “It was… expensive. It is a diamond, but shaped into a sphere. It’s held by a dragon’s talon.”

“I wonder why he wanted it?”

Grace shrugged. “Money?”

She didn’t sound convinced, and Crystal had the distinct feeling that there was something that she wasn’t saying about the pendant.

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Picking up from last week’s snippet from a WiP about a matchmaking service. (Genre is paranormal/urban fantasy.)

“Miss Winfield – Grace – I’m sorry but I think you’ve come to the wrong place. We’re a matchmaking service, not a paranormal detective agency.”

“And when did you… die?” Crystal had always wondered about the “Date of Death” field in the interview form.

“Nineteen twenty-three.”

“Do you know who killed you?”

“I didn’t see his face. I had just left a club… well, a speakeasy… and he must have been in the alley the door opened into. He grabbed me from behind and choked me. The last thing I remember was him saying ‘Finally!’ and pulling out the pendant that I wore tucked inside my bandeau bra,” 

“What do you think he meant by ‘Finally!’?” Crystal was getting caught up in the mystery.

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Picking up from last week’s snippet from a WiP about a matchmaking service. (Genre is paranormal/urban fantasy.)

“Miss Winfield – Grace – I’m sorry but I think you’ve come to the wrong place. We’re a matchmaking service, not a paranormal detective agency.”

“I saw your sign,” she replied. “And I thought it was strange as well, but this is where she said to come.”

“’She’ who?”

“She said her name was Tia. She had short spiky hair and each spike was a different color.” There was a wistful tone in her voice, and Crystal tilted her head. “I just wish I could do something like that with my hair, but dyes don’t work after you’ve died.”

“I suppose that would be rather difficult,” Crystal admitted. “Well, let me get some basic information, and we’ll see what we can do. When were you born?”

“Nineteen hundred.”

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Picking up from last week’s snippet from a WiP about a matchmaking service. (Genre is paranormal/urban fantasy.)

“I don’t think we’ve ever played matchmaker for a ghost before,” Crystal said slowly.

“I’m not looking for a date,” the ghost replied. “I need you to find the person who killed me.”

Crystal blinked, taking in more of the ghost’s appearance. She was no expert, but her clothes weren’t exactly modern day; they looked like they were a costume for a 1920s gangster movie.

“I’m sorry, Miss…?”

“Winfield. Clara Grace Winfield. But I go by Grace.”

“Miss Winfield – Grace – I’m sorry but I think you’ve come to the wrong place. We’re a matchmaking service, not a paranormal detective agency.”

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It’s been a long time, but I’m back, with a snippet from a WiP about a matchmaking service. (Genre is paranormal/urban fantasy.)

Engrossed in her work, she didn’t notice the feeling at first, but the sense of being watched became too strong to ignore and she looked up from her computer; standing in front of her desk was a young woman and Crystal blinked, trying to focus on the nearly translucent figure. A ghost? Well, that would explain why she hadn’t heard the door open.

“May I help you?”

“I hope so. I need to find someone.”

“I don’t think we’ve ever played matchmaker for a ghost before,” Crystal said slowly

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