Hey, it’s been a few weeks since I did a Six Sentence Sunday. So while I’m away at Harrogate, here’s a six for you from my current WIP, White Rabbit. From early on in the story where the narrator James Draygo, disgraced detective currently working a psychic scam, talks with his would-be client, brash trophy wife Peaches Dockmuir as they begin a séance:

I don’t know what I was expecting—her sainted mum or a departed pooch—but Peaches flummoxed me by saying, “I want to talk to the late Mrs. Dockmuir.”

When in doubt, fall back on the script. “Have you, er, got something of hers I can use as an anchor?”

“I got her man, ain’t I?” Peaches laughed like a hyena. Normally when people say that, you imagine they are erring somewhat to the side of truth: this was not the case.

Crime with a spot of the supernatural, perhaps. Murder, intrigue, an interesting cult — I hope it will prove interesting. I’m having a lot of fun writing it.

Check out the rest of the sixes.