“Why on earth didn’t he want to tell me?” Thea sounded puzzled. Morgan had called her after she got home to tell her about it. “Does he really think it’s one of his daughters?”
“I don’t know,” Morgan answered honestly. “I would think he has to, since he’s adamant that it’s a person. He’s also willing to believe it might be a raccoon, although I doubt that’s the culprit. I didn’t see any droppings anywhere. Unless he suspects Nancy.”
“Well,” Thea said thoughtfully. “Beatrice and Grace are old enough to trigger poltergeist activity. Rebecca is a bit young for that, but you never know. I haven’t been to the new house yet. Does it have a history?”
“I’m going to research that but it’s not that old. Maybe twenty years at the most. It’s a copycat Victorian but it’s fairly new. Nancy did say sh
