“Dane,” he mouthed. Angela shut the piano lid so quickly she nearly slammed it.
“‘Course, it’s not like Ned’s letting on anything,” said Dane, coming up behind Rob.
He moved out of the way.
Dane and Edward entered, Dane carrying his wineglass still, although it was now filled with a caramel-colored alcohol, maybe some kind of whiskey. Edward took stock of the scene before him, Kelsey sliding into the piano as if to play, Angela patting the lid of the piano as though absentmindedly while looking around the room.
“You any good?” asked Dane, gesturing to Kelsey with his glass.
“Well…it’s more for trying to get a paranormal response…”
“You’re better than any of us,” said Angela.
“So what I’m hearing is a prankster,” said Edward, trying to pull Dane’s attention back to him. “Not maliciou
