Eleanor asked everyone to join hands, then called out to the spirits by chanting and humming. “We are open to whoever would like to visit us tonight. We come in peace, Prudence.”
At that moment, the wind chimes on the porch released another crescendo of lyrical song. A dozen heads rotated to the front door in discord. Something spiritual beyond my control was happening. Was this a foreboding of the late Prudence Grey"s approval on my approach to finding her killer? Then, a series of knocks echoing in the hallway further startled everyone. The original one had come from the basement, warning me that Bartleby and Madam Zenya were about to enter the room.
I stood from the table, linking Belinda"s hand with her brother Lloyd"s, as they"d sat on opposite sides of me. “Who"s there?” I fretted
