Chapter Twenty-Two
Three feet from the door, Olive caught me. “Aly, stop! You can’t run off half-cocked.”
“I can’t stay here. Watching Miriam’s belongings send me one boring vision after the next is making my head spin. I can’t think.”
“You could go home, rest, take the night off. Call the police and tell them your suspicions.”
“All of my suspicions are based on my psychic powers,” I said. “I’ve talked to the Lunar Heights police, and they think I’m hilarious. But listen. The house has been empty for a couple of days. If Geoff is looking for treasure, that’s going to be a powerful draw.”
“You’re not helping your case.”
“Okay, then. Call Geoff. Offer him a job. Ask him to send over his portfolio because we need someone to make props for when we decorate the store for Halloween. He’ll
