at me when the phone rang at her motherâs house. By the time she got home, sheâd be in another mood entirely. Or so I told myself.
âEven if he is back, we need to be doing something more than waiting,â Melissa protested. âThe lieutenant is really upset, and sheâs our friend, so we should do whatever we can to help her.â My daughter is without question a better person than I am, but sheâs eleven. She has lots of time to get worse.
âWe are doing everything we can,â I said. âWeâre keeping the lieutenant from having anything else to worry about. She wants us to stand on the sidelines, and that is precisely what weâre going to do.â
âButââ
âNo. Thatâs it. No wiggle room on this one, Liss. I agree with Lieutenant McElone. This is her thing to do, and she really does have the experience and the authority I donât have. She
is
hurting, and youâre right to want to make her feel better, but all you and I can do is follow her instructions. Iâm not discussing it beyond that. Clear?â
Liss seemed stunned that I was playing the mom card so forcefully. She sat back, folded her arms and didnât talk to me the rest of the ride home. I wasnât thrilled about that, but it indicated that she had at least heard my argument and would abide by it.
Oddly enough, I had been right about one thing: When we got back to the house, Paul was floating around the den looking serious, which is his default look. Melissaâs face lit up when she saw him. âPaul!â
Bonnie Claeson, my sleepiest guest, was now awake and sitting in an armchair near the door of the den, reading a book. Bonnie seemed comfortable with the idea of ghosts in the house, but rather than interact with them, she seemed to simply want to spend most of her time quietly reading or walking on the beach.
My favorite kind of guest.
Now, Bonnie looked up, amused, at Liss, then went back to the book she was reading without so much as a word.
âWhatâs wrong?â Paul asked, no doubt a little surprised by Melissaâs oversized greeting.
âWe couldnât find you,â Liss said, moving to the far end of the room. Bonnie didnât seem to be listening to the conversation, but we didnât want to disturb her reading.
âWell, I was here,â Paul said. âDonât worry.â He seemed to be looking at the ceiling, which was odd. Paul was rarely evasive.
âWe looked everywhere,â Liss insisted.
âClearly not
everywhere
,â Paul told her. âI wasnât
nowhere
.â It was worse than I thought; he was treating Melissa like a child, which heâd never done before. I began to wonder exactly what Paul could possibly be trying to hide.
I kept my voice low but conversational. âWe really did search pretty thoroughly,â I told him. âHave you seen Maxie?â
âNot recently,â Paul said. âIs something wrong?â
âI need her to do some research,â I explained. âLieutenant McElone is taking some personal time to look for Ferryâs killer on her own, and she wants us to sit around and do nothing until you can get in touch with the detective himself.â
Paulâs hand went to his goatee, but he didnât stroke it. Not yet. He needed more.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the flash drive McElone had given me. âTake this and put it in your pocket,â I told Paul.
âClever, Mom,â Melissa said, smiling. âThat way nobody but us can ever get it back.â That was the plan. Very few people could see Paul, and even those of us who could wouldnât be able to get the tiny flash drive if he hid it in his clothing, since the ghosts can make objects âdisappearâ to the living by doing that. It helps them transport objects through walls and so forth. Maxie, for example, will often âput onâ a bulky trench coat in
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