“And flowers.” Lizabeth grinned.
“Yes, ma’am.” Kieran laughed when she stuck out her tongue. “How ladylike.”
“Seriously, though,” Layne said. “We need to research and it would help…I’ll be right back.” He went inside, returning with the camera he’d used to take photos in the attic, which he’d left on the kitchen counter. “Let me get some pictures of the house and clearing from all sides, then we can do some basic planning.”
At this point, Kieran knew he didn’t need to remind Layne they would be for their use, only, and not for publication.
“I wish you could take my picture,” Lizabeth said wistfully.
“I do, too, but I can’t. Ghosts don’t photograph well, I don’t care what ghost hunters with their special—” Layne made finger quotes, “—cameras say to the contrary. Blurry images do not pr
