All Dressed Up and No Place to Haunt by Rose Pressey Page B

Song and picking up Heather, I drove us toward the hotel. Alice and Charlotte rode in the backseat. Heather simply wouldn’t allow a ghost to call shotgun and make her sit in the backseat. There was something I wanted to ask Alice, so I figured what better time than when I had her in the car.
    â€œAlice, you’ve never explained how you can move objects.” Her image was still visible to me in the rearview mirror.
    â€œI don’t know, it just comes naturally. I think if you want it bad enough it will happen,” she said.
    I supposed that made sense.
    Charlotte studied the scenery out the window. I knew she wasn’t happy that she hadn’t mastered that otherworldly talent yet.
    The hotel was on the outer edge of town. It had a large lobby with several conference rooms on the first floor. Shiloh had said her room was on the fourth floor. So the four of us stepped on the elevator and headed for her room. I wondered what Alice and Charlotte would have done if the elevator had been full? Would they have floated up to the fourth floor? I wouldn’t have been able to ask other passengers to move over because I had two ghosts that needed a ride.
    We walked down the hallway and stopped in front of room 408. I knocked on the door.
    â€œI hope she doesn’t mind that I came along,” Heather whispered.
    â€œI’m sure she won’t care,” I said.
    Movement sounded from the other side of the door. Shiloh opened the door wide. She looked at me and then over at Heather.
    â€œGlad you could make it.” She motioned for us to come inside.
    â€œThis is my friend Heather.” I gestured.
    â€œNice to meet you.” Shiloh didn’t seem to care one way or the other if Heather was there. Shiloh wore beige dress slacks and a white blouse. Her hair fell to her shoulders in soft waves.
    â€œI guess you can imagine that the set has been chaos since Nicole’s death.”
    I could imagine. “It is terrible to lose her that way,” I said.
    â€œAsk her what she thinks happened,” Alice pushed.
    Shiloh sat in the brown leather chair by the window. “We have to postpone the movie for a few days while we figure out what to do.”
    â€œWell, that’s not as long as I thought it would take,” I said.
    Shiloh scowled. “It’s longer than I have. Time is money.”
    I glanced at Heather, but she didn’t say anything.
    â€œI don’t like this woman,” Charlotte said.
    Charlotte probably said what Heather was thinking.
    â€œDoes this mean you’ll need to keep my vintage costumes longer than we had planned?” I asked. “I’m afraid I would have to charge an extra fee for that.”
    â€œThere’s just a few more scenes with a couple more outfits and then I can return them,” she said. “Just send your bill to the accounting department.”
    I wondered if I would get back the dress that Nicole had worn when she drowned. I guessed not—Dylan would have to keep it as evidence, right? At least I hoped so because I wasn’t sure that I wanted it.
    Shiloh’s phone rang. She looked at the screen and then said, “If you’ll excuse me, I need to take this call out in the hallway.”
    I nodded. “No problem.”
    When she left the room, Heather said, “Wow, she is a bit odd. She doesn’t seem to care in the least that Nicole is dead.”
    â€œI’m just ready to get out of here,” I said.
    Charlotte walked around the room, taking in the items that Shiloh had sitting around. “I don’t see anything unusual,” she said.
    â€œYou need to ask a few questions while you’re here. Don’t let this opportunity go to waste,” Alice said.
    The ghosts wanted me to ask questions, but they never gave suggestions on what those questions should be.
    â€œAs soon as she comes back, we are out of here,” I said.
    Heather agreed. “She gives me a creepy