Four
“HE ASKED YOU ABOUT what?” Helen exclaims over coffee at The Perfect Cup the next morning.
“The ghost of Victoria Myer,” I say. “He basically asked me if I’d ever seen her when I was there.”
Helen sits back and folds her arms. “You didn’t, did you?”
I shake my head. “Did you?”
“Sorry, I was too busy dealing with the dead body in the study and the very live murderer in the living room,” Helen says. “Honestly, where did he get that?”
“Oh, it’s an old family legend, actually,” I say. “I ran across it in my own research on the house. You know me, still the archivist at heart.”
“So there really is a ghost?”
I look around to make sure no one is listening, then lean forward. “Can you keep a secret?” I whisper.
Helen’s eyes light up as she leans forward. “What?” she whispers back.
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