Chapter 7
The next morning, I knew what I had to do.
I hadn’t seen Dexter again since the previous night. I had a feeling that whatever he had done to show me that scene from his life with Owen had drained his ghostly energy—temporarily, I assumed. I knew nothing about the spirit world or how it was supposed to work, but I was pretty sure all the books about it had gotten a lot of it wrong. At least from my experience.
I left the house with my laptop that next morning, needing some time away from the influences of Dexter and the Manor. I went to a coffee shop in the next town over and looked up anything I could on Dexter Larabee, Owen Wentworth, and Sam Wentworth. If I’d had Susan’s last name I would have looked her up, too. Because the more I thought about her, the more I was pretty ce
