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Danica was glad of Andre Begonie’s relaxed, easygoing manner, because after that encounter with her ghost the afternoon before, she still felt a little rattled.
Her ghost. Of course he really wasn’t hers, but she couldn’t help thinking of him that way. Of everyone who’d visited the cabin, she was the only one he’d reached out to, made contact with. That had to mean something.
They rattled along in Andre’s ancient Jeep, all the windows rolled down. Danica wondered why on earth he hadn’t bought a new car. Now that he was back amongst the Wilcoxes and not in hiding on the reservation, he certainly had the funds to do so. Maybe he simply didn’t care about that sort of thing.
She would have liked to say she didn’t care, either, but as they made their way out of Flagstaff and down into the
