Make the Ghost of It (Witch Woods Funeral Home Book 3): (Ghost Cozy Mystery series) by Morgana Best

but I couldn’t get past the barrier.”
    Ernie smirked. “A likely story,” he said, crossing his arms.
    Lewis rounded on him. “It’s true!”
    I drank my coffee quickly, and then put another pod in the machine. Clearly, it was going to be a long day. “No squabbling, you two,” I said. “We have to find out who killed Lewis, so Basil won’t be a suspect any more.”
    Lewis pouted. “Oh yes, don’t bother to solve my murder just because you care about me.”
    I sighed. I was beginning to think that my mother would be better company.
    Lewis was still ranting. “Norbert did it! Norbert did it; I tell you!”
    “You only said that after you knew he was off with your girlfriend,” I pointed out.
    “Fiancée.”
    I waved my hand. “Yes, all right then, whatever. Fiancée. You didn’t mention Norbert before this. Anyway, what possible motive could he have had?”
    “I just know Norbert murdered me,” Lewis said. “I should’ve gone to Basil with the information first.”
    “Why didn’t you?” I asked him. “Basil is your long-term friend, and you hardly know me.”
    At that, Lewis vanished. Ernie shrugged, and then vanished too. I drank my third cup of coffee in peace.
    I was wondering what to do next, whether to call Basil, or to get back to painting, when Basil called me. My heart fluttered when I saw the caller ID.
    Basil wasted no time in coming to the point. “Lewis is here with me. He said that Norbert killed him.”
    I interrupted him. “Lewis was just here. He told me the same thing.”
    Basil paused for a moment. “You were just at Laurel’s?” I heard him say. After a moment, he continued speaking, this time to me. “Laurel, I didn’t know that. He came here in a terrible state and said that he just caught Norbert with his fiancée in a hotel room.”
    “Yes, I’ve heard all about it,” I said. “He hasn’t mentioned Norbert to us before. Do you think he’s only suspecting him now because he saw him with his fiancée?”
    “Yes I do,” Basil said. “We did ask him if he knew anyone who wanted to kill him, and he only mentioned the embezzler. Still, do you think we should check out Norbert?”
    “Yes, what a good idea,” I said, although I didn’t think it was a good idea at all. I just wanted to have some alone time with Basil. “What can we do, though? We can hardly go to Norbert and Violet and ask them questions. It’s not as if we’re the police.”
    Ernie appeared in front of me. “I wasn’t with Lewis at the hotel, so I don’t know for sure, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the two people who have just arrived at the funeral home are Norbert and Violet.” With that, he vanished again.
    I relayed that news to Basil. On the one hand, I was pleased that I had the opportunity to get some information from the new suspect, but on the other hand the timing wasn’t good. Basil had probably been about to ask me out to lunch.
    I opened the door before the doorbell had even sounded, causing the two people standing there to jump slightly.
    Before I could form an opinion on their appearance, I was almost knocked backward by the smell of the fragrance. I assumed it was the woman wearing the perfume, and not the man, although it had woodsy undernotes. I’ve heard that someone can get so used to the scent of their own perfume that they wear more and more each day, and now I believed it.
    “Laurel Bay?” the man said.
    “Yes,” I said, waiting for him to continue.
    “I’m Norbert Watson and this is Violet Pendlebury. We’d like to speak with you about a memorial service.”
    I kept my features carefully neutral, and didn’t let on that I knew what they were here about. “Please come into my office,” I said in a professional tone. When we reached my office, I opened the door, and showed them in.
    As soon as I sat down, Norbert spoke again. “A friend of ours was killed. I believe he landed on your roof.”
    I carefully showed surprise. “Do you mean Lewis