“Pardon my asking, ma’am, but how do you know that?”
She picked up the dishes and started into the kitchen. “That is the way of haunting, Jack. You know that.”
Maybe I did. Anyhow, that was all the answer I was going to get.
Boley tossed me an extra flannel shirt. “Half-hour walk,” he said. “I’m ready.”
“So am I,” said his wife. She looked at me and smiled reassuringly. “You are prepared. We’ll go.”
We went out the back way without a light. They did not seem to own a flashlight, in fact. The night had neither stars nor moon. The rain had stopped.
Tracey led the way through the forest and obviously had learned something from her late-night wanderings out here. She was smooth and confident. Her mother went second and held my hand as though I were a small child. The two of them slipped
