murdered his wife and buried her in the maze. But first he hid all his money so no one could take it away from him.” Ian paused for effect. “Then he went crazy. He got shot dead right on top of where he buried her.”
Boone gripped his sister’s hand so hard his fingernails punctured her skin. Nola pulled his bony shoulders more tightly against her body, holding him close as if she could fend off the feeling of horror licking at her mind, as well.
“It’s still here, Nola,” Ian pressed. “No one ever found his money because he’s guarding it.”
“You’re making this up,” she said again.
Ian’s expression turned hurt. He drew back his head.
“Am not. Mrs. Walsh wasn’t happy when Mrs. Isley asked about the story, but she admitted it was true. Even you have to admit Mrs. Walsh wouldn’t lie.”
No, it was unlikely the kindly Mrs. Walsh would tell a lie or a tall tale like that one.
“There’s more,” Ian added conspiratorially. “The house used to be different, with dark wood walls around the balconies upstairs. There were secret passages to get onto them. Only what if they didn’t find all of the hidden passages, huh? I bet there are more. Look at all these dark walls.”
He waved a hand expansively at the dark panels surrounding them and the others followed his gesture with wide eyes.
“I bet we could find them. I bet we could find the money and the ghost, too.”
His words scared Nola. The idea was terrifying. And just a teeny, tiny bit appealing.
“That’s stupid,” she scoffed.
“Is not!”
“Ghosts don’t need secret passages,” Nola protested. “They can walk through walls.”
Ian gave her a fierce scowl. “That doesn’t mean they can’t disappear inside one. I’ve been thinking about this. We saw the blond ghost disappear in this corner next to the fireplace, right? So what if there’s a secret passage over here? We should look now while our moms are in the kitchen talking to that new woman.”
Lucky nudged her arm for attention. Nola stroked the big dog’s head absently. She was glad for his presence because Lucky wouldn’t let anything bad happen. Nervously, she followed Ian to the gigantic fireplace that nearly spanned the back wall of the dining room.
“How are we going to find a secret passage even if there is one?” she asked.
“It’s got to be the bookcase, like in the movies.”
The three children eyed the bookcases that shored up either side of the big fireplace. Instead of books their shelves were filled with wine glasses and brightly colored dishes.
“If we break something, we’re going to get in big trouble,” Nola warned.
“We’ll have to be careful, then. Move, Lucky.”
“The ghost isn’t going to like this,” Boone warned unexpectedly, his small face seamed with worry.
“What ghost?”
All three children whirled at the sound of Teri’s voice. She stepped into sight from the hall and offered them her most reassuring smile.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I was looking for Lucky.”
“You didn’t scare me,” the taller boy protested, recovering quickly.
“I’m glad. I’m Teri. You must be Ian. And you’re Nola so this must be Boone. Your mothers were telling me about you.”
Ian regarded her with a trace of belligerence. Boone peered up at her silently. The girl took her measure while resting a reassuring hand on her brother’s arm. Lucky trotted forward, stubby tail wagging. Gratefully, Teri scratched him behind the ear.
“Thanks for keeping Lucky out of trouble while I was talking to your mothers. I’m a friend of R.J.’s. I told him I’d watch Lucky, but I got to talking and forgot about him.”
“That’s okay. Lucky likes us,” Nola told her.
“I’m not surprised. Hanging with you guys would be a lot more fun than a group of boring adults. So you’re looking for secret passages, huh? I bet a spooky old house like this one has all sorts of secrets.”
The three children exchanged glances. As the oldest, Ian was obviously the spokesman.
“Heartskeep has lots of secrets,” he agreed. “There used to be secret passages upstairs, but someone tore them down.”
“Bummer. I’d love to find a secret room or see a ghost or two.”
“You believe in ghosts?” Nola asked skeptically.
“I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “I’ve never seen one, but I think just about anything is possible, don’t you?”
Ian eyed her suspiciously. “My mother says there’s no such thing.”
“She could be right. I like to keep an open mind.”
“I’ve seen one,” he announced boldly.
The children stared intently, waiting for her reaction.
“Was it scary?” she asked.
Lucky nudged her hand. Teri went back to petting him.
“I wasn’t scared.”
“Were too,” Boone argued. Then he glanced at Teri and drew back, as if afraid he’d said something wrong.
Her heart hurt for the fearful child. This could be Corey in a few years if she wasn’t successful in getting him away. Nola patted Boone’s arm reassuringly in a motherly fashion that made Teri ache for her as well.
“I was not!” Ian bragged unfazed.
“Did I hear you say you saw the ghost the night the missing woman disappeared?” Teri interjected quickly.
Ian fell silent. His glance at Nola seemed to be asking her opinion.
“Ian says he did,” Nola responded primly.
“I did!” he insisted hotly. “He was out back, near the fountain. That’s where they found her cell phone, you know. It was all crushed and everything.”
“Ian thinks the ghost took her,” Nola put in, “but I told him ghosts don’t hurt people.”
Ian rounded on her. “How do you know?”
Teri stepped into the breach, fighting a wave of mingled fear and excitement.
“What did the ghost look like?”
The children fell silent. She’d let her tension come through and scared them. She had to go slower, win their trust.
“There are scientists who study ghosts, you know.”
Three sets of eyes regarded her mutely.
“They have trouble because most adults never see one.”
“I see him all the time,” Ian bragged.
Nola pursed her lips but didn’t argue.
“Will you tell me about him?” Teri asked.
Uncertainly, he looked at the others.
This was important. Teri knew Ian had seen something. Unfortunately, Betty Drexler chose that moment to appear in the doorway across from them.
“Mrs. Norwhich said lunch will be ready in about five minutes. The children need to go and wash their hands.”
Teri tamped down her impatience as the children were ushered out to wash their hands. There was nothing she could do but go along to the kitchen with everyone else a few minutes later.
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