“ I got some news for you,” Stephanie said.
Cheryl sat on the floor between her sofa and her coffee table with the phone in front of her on speaker as she braided her mass of unruly curls. “Did you find something out about my ghost?”
“I sure did.” The enthusiasm in Stephanie’s voice made Cheryl happy. She had been going through so much recently. “I looked into your building first, and there used to be a dance club there called Dance! Dance! Dance! On June 2, 1976, seventy-eight people died there. They’re still not exactly sure what happened. Some say it was some kind of chemical leak in the air-conditioning, probably Freon, but others say it killed people too quickly to have been Freon.”
“Was it an accident?” Cheryl finished braiding her hair and pushed herself up onto the couch.
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