Chapter Twenty-Three
At the sight of a dead woman standing before me, I gaped for far too long. My mind whirled. In the past few months, I’d dealt with a lot of supernatural things. Psychics and visions and witches. I’d never dreamed I’d come face-to-face with a ghost.
Hold on. Ghosts didn’t dig holes and search for treasure. They didn’t push people. What did that make her—a zombie? What was going on here? How would Zombie Deborah get all the way to Miriam’s house from the museum? Did she eat the brains of the police officers who found her?
Element one was hydrogen. Element two was helium. Element three was lithium, which I could use at the moment.
“Deborah?” My voice came out high, squeaky. As if I’d been sucking helium. More than a little panicked. “But you’re dead! How are you here?
