writing on it.â Michael took off his glasses and held a strip up to the light. ââSoul, night, lostâ¦ââ
Suki turned her strip over. âOh, hey, look at that.â She took another photo.
Doreeneâs face was red. âWhy is there paper in the soup, Lupita?â
Lupita squinted at her in apparent incomprehension. âThereâs no paper. Itâs noodles.â
Angus squinted at the faded writing on his strip. ââSatan, Beelzebub, El Diablo â¦ââ
Lupita and Reynaldo crossed themselves simultaneously.
âDios mio,â Lupita moaned.
Reynaldo closed his eyes and rocked back and forth, murmuring rapidly in Portuguese.
âLupita, get your things and get out,â Doreene ordered.
âBut I didnât put paper in the soup!â she wailed.
âThen who did?!â
âI donât know, but it wasnât me, I swear!â Lupita clasped her hands to her chest.
Doreene stared at her, breathing heavily, then crumpled the bit of paper in her hand. âMaureene must have done it. She went into the kitchen.â
Angus spoke to Lupita. âHow long has the soup been in the kitchen?â
âSince this morning. Miss Doreene told me yesterday that she wanted chicken noodle soup.â
âAnd who else has been in the kitchen today, besides Maureene?â
Lupita bit her lip in thought. âMr. Reynaldo came in and asked where we put the scissors.â
Doreene turned on Reynaldo. âIt was you?â
â Cara, no! I had a thread on my sleeve I wanted to cut.â He raised his forearm.
âThatâs true,â Lupita said. âHe showed it to me.â
âAnyone else?â Angus asked.
Lupita looked at Doreene, one shoulder hunched. âMiss Doreene did, to tell me not to put too much salt in.â
âI wouldnât put paper in my own soup,â Doreene said scathingly.
âNo, maâam.â
âWas the back door to the house locked?â Michael asked.
Lupita shook her head. âIâm supposed to leave it open during the day, for Miss Maureene.â
âI never told you to do that!â Doreene said.
âShe did, a long time ago. Youâre not here a lot, so I thought it was okay.â
âAnd were you in the kitchen all the time the soup was cooking?â Angus asked.
âNo,â Lupita said. âWhen the soup was cooking, I went to clean the rooms.â She sniffed wetly. âPlease donât fire me, Miss Doreene.â
Doreene stared into space and heaved a sigh. âI suppose you can stay on until I sell the house, but Iâll be watching you.â She glared at Lupita.
âYou want the rest of the food?â Lupita asked, voice quavering.
âNo.â Doreene waved her hand in a shooing motion.
Lupita left the room, head bent. A moment later, the sounds of muffled sobs could be heard from the kitchen.
Reynaldo put his hand on Doreeneâs arm. â Cara  ⦠It is the painting doing this. You have to get rid of it.â
Doreene rolled her eyes at him. âI am getting rid of it.â
âNo, I mean now.â He gripped her wrist. âTake it out and burn it.â
Doreene jerked away. âDonât be stupid. Itâs worth a fortune.â
Reynaldo gazed at her solemnly. âWhat is your soul worth, princessa ?â
Doreeneâs lips twitched, and then she laughed. âOh, Reynaldo, you provincial little boy.â She patted his cheek, and he turned his face away. âThis isnât the Devil, itâs just someone with a grudge.â
âA what?â
âNever mind.â She tapped her fingers on the table, then looked at Angus. âYou say youâre in Port Townsend through the weekend?â
He nodded.
âWhy donât you stay here, at the house? Maybe you can figure out whatâs behind this.â
âWeâre not paranormal investigators,â Angus