“Haunted?” Braden asked. He wasn’t sure why he’d said it the way he had, like he was dubious about the possibility. He wasn’t dubious. He wasn’t even sceptical. “Yeah, I think for sure it’s haunted.”
“So what do we do?” Ali asked.
Braden answered that question by taking the phone off the hook, placing the receiver down on the bar. “That way, if she tries to phone again, the line’ll be busy.”
Ali stared at the phone as he made his way toward the couch, like he was afraid that if he took his eye off the thing it would jump off the bar and attack him.
“I wonder what she wants,” Ali asked.
“I don’t know. But she’ll have to call someone else to ask for it.”
Chapter 4
After the fright they’d shared, it would have been cruel to make Ali sleep alone. Of course, by the time Braden wok
