Epilogue
Lu, Juliet and I sat in the airport. Willow had decided to stay and help her parents recover from some of the bad press. Steve was emotionally fragile now that his yogi was a murderer, so Willow thought she and the spirits could help him.
“I can’t believe you pulled an Agatha Christie,” Juliet said.
“I can’t believe it worked,” Lu said.
“Me either.” I laughed. I had solved a crime and hadn’t gotten hurt. The ankle didn’t really count.
“She sang like the proverbial canary once she came to,” Juliet said.
“We all heard it, so it will stand up in court,” Lu said. “Well, done, Phee. You solved two crimes.”
“Hey!” Juliet protested. “I figured out the first one.”
“Yes, you did,” Lu agreed.
“I’m going to wear clothes when I get married,” Juliet said, out of the blue.
I laughed a
