“Another?”
“Yes, thanks.” She smiled at him, then a thought occurred to her. “Would Holt Stilwell watch someone from afar?”
Darcy shook her head. “He’s not that subtle. Why?”
Jordan shrugged. “I felt a little creeped out today, like someone was watching me. You don’t have problems with anyone in this neighborhood, do you?”
“Not that we know of.”
Jase frowned as he set a full glass before her and returned to his seat. “Did you see anyone?”
She shook her head. “I’m probably overreacting, given recent events.”
“Maybe.” Darcy drummed her fingers on the table. “Then again, I’m thinking you’ve got the training in abnormal behaviors to pick up on something like that before the ordinary citizen would. I’ll take a look throughthe incident reports and see whether anything leaps out. For now, keep the dog close.”
“And let me know when you’re ready to leave,” Jase added. “I’ll walk you home.”
“No!”
He gave her an odd look, and she felt heat color her cheeks. “I mean, no thanks, really, that’s not necessary.”
He continued to hesitate. “Then why don’t I drop by tomorrow morning with Tom and check on you? We can point you toward the right people to hire, and so on.”
“Works for me,” Tom added.
Jordan quickly agreed. “Can we make it afternoon, though? I’d planned to visit the Historical Society at ten.”
“Their museum downtown is open,” Darcy said, “though it won’t do you any good—they don’t keep the archives at that location. But if you mean the place out on the airport cutoff road, it’s closed down for remodeling.”
“You must be thinking of a different place. Nora and Delia—the ones who brought me the papers?—told me to meet them there in the morning.”
The three of them exchanged perplexed looks.
“Nora and Delia are vacationing in the South of France,” Jase said. “I got a postcard from them just today.”
Jordan shrugged. “So maybe they beat the postcard home. Unless this town has two sets of sisters named Nora and Delia, they were at the house this afternoon—they brought me a chocolate cake.”
Darcy sent a silent look to Jase, and Tom rubbed his jaw.
“What?” Jordan asked.
“I stopped and checked the Historical Society building not two hours ago, on my usual rounds,” Darcy said. “It’s boarded up, and the sign says that it won’t reopen for at least three months. All the employees have been laid off for the summer, which is why Nora and Delia decided to take a long vacation …” She trailed off. “Well, hell.”
Jordan stared at them. “Nora is around five-six with light brown hair,” she clarified, “and Delia is blond with blue eyes. Right? They wear vintage clothing?”
“Nope. Nora is in her eighties,” Jase corrected, “and Delia’s not much younger. They’re both gray-haired.”
“I don’t friggin’ believe this!” Darcy grumped. “I’ve been wanting to meet up with these two for eight damn years, and you get to see them on your first day in town.”
Jase and Tom grinned, which seemed to make Darcy even madder.
Totally confused, Jordan said, “Clue me in here, guys.”
“You might want to drink some more of that wine,” Jase suggested, his blue eyes twinkling.
“You had a visit, all right,” Darcy said dourly, “but not from the Hapley sisters.”
“Well, then, who?” Jordan asked, exasperated.
“Most likely,” Jase replied, “the ghosts of Hattie Longren and Charlotte Walker.”
Chapter 4
“YEAH, right.” Jordan chuckled. No one joined in. “Oh, come on.”
Darcy cleared her throat. “Evidently Sandy failed to mention a few of the more unique aspects of Longren House.”
“Is this some sort of joke?”
“No.”
Jordan shifted in her chair as she looked around the table. All three looked completely earnest. “Seriously , people don’t really believe in ghosts. I don’t believe in ghosts.”
“We like to think we’re open-minded
“Yes, thanks.” She smiled at him, then a thought occurred to her. “Would Holt Stilwell watch someone from afar?”
Darcy shook her head. “He’s not that subtle. Why?”
Jordan shrugged. “I felt a little creeped out today, like someone was watching me. You don’t have problems with anyone in this neighborhood, do you?”
“Not that we know of.”
Jase frowned as he set a full glass before her and returned to his seat. “Did you see anyone?”
She shook her head. “I’m probably overreacting, given recent events.”
“Maybe.” Darcy drummed her fingers on the table. “Then again, I’m thinking you’ve got the training in abnormal behaviors to pick up on something like that before the ordinary citizen would. I’ll take a look throughthe incident reports and see whether anything leaps out. For now, keep the dog close.”
“And let me know when you’re ready to leave,” Jase added. “I’ll walk you home.”
“No!”
He gave her an odd look, and she felt heat color her cheeks. “I mean, no thanks, really, that’s not necessary.”
He continued to hesitate. “Then why don’t I drop by tomorrow morning with Tom and check on you? We can point you toward the right people to hire, and so on.”
“Works for me,” Tom added.
Jordan quickly agreed. “Can we make it afternoon, though? I’d planned to visit the Historical Society at ten.”
“Their museum downtown is open,” Darcy said, “though it won’t do you any good—they don’t keep the archives at that location. But if you mean the place out on the airport cutoff road, it’s closed down for remodeling.”
“You must be thinking of a different place. Nora and Delia—the ones who brought me the papers?—told me to meet them there in the morning.”
The three of them exchanged perplexed looks.
“Nora and Delia are vacationing in the South of France,” Jase said. “I got a postcard from them just today.”
Jordan shrugged. “So maybe they beat the postcard home. Unless this town has two sets of sisters named Nora and Delia, they were at the house this afternoon—they brought me a chocolate cake.”
Darcy sent a silent look to Jase, and Tom rubbed his jaw.
“What?” Jordan asked.
“I stopped and checked the Historical Society building not two hours ago, on my usual rounds,” Darcy said. “It’s boarded up, and the sign says that it won’t reopen for at least three months. All the employees have been laid off for the summer, which is why Nora and Delia decided to take a long vacation …” She trailed off. “Well, hell.”
Jordan stared at them. “Nora is around five-six with light brown hair,” she clarified, “and Delia is blond with blue eyes. Right? They wear vintage clothing?”
“Nope. Nora is in her eighties,” Jase corrected, “and Delia’s not much younger. They’re both gray-haired.”
“I don’t friggin’ believe this!” Darcy grumped. “I’ve been wanting to meet up with these two for eight damn years, and you get to see them on your first day in town.”
Jase and Tom grinned, which seemed to make Darcy even madder.
Totally confused, Jordan said, “Clue me in here, guys.”
“You might want to drink some more of that wine,” Jase suggested, his blue eyes twinkling.
“You had a visit, all right,” Darcy said dourly, “but not from the Hapley sisters.”
“Well, then, who?” Jordan asked, exasperated.
“Most likely,” Jase replied, “the ghosts of Hattie Longren and Charlotte Walker.”
Chapter 4
“YEAH, right.” Jordan chuckled. No one joined in. “Oh, come on.”
Darcy cleared her throat. “Evidently Sandy failed to mention a few of the more unique aspects of Longren House.”
“Is this some sort of joke?”
“No.”
Jordan shifted in her chair as she looked around the table. All three looked completely earnest. “Seriously , people don’t really believe in ghosts. I don’t believe in ghosts.”
“We like to think we’re open-minded
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