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“Are you talking about Bud’s treasure?” Heather asked.

Caitlin smiled. “So, you know. Did you find it?”

“No. Tell me about the treasure,” Heather asked.

Caitlin laughed. “I’m not stupid. You’re trying to find it for yourself. But you can’t have it!”

The next moment the bookshelves shook while Caitlin’s apparition slowly floated up toward the ceiling. Mesmerized by the sight, Heather stood and stared, yet let out a scream a moment later and jumped to one side when one of the two bookshelves came crashing down, landing full force on the card table, sending it and the vintage magazines to the floor.

Now flat against one corner of the room, the fallen bookshelf blocking her way to the door, Heather felt her heart pounding in her chest as she looked warily at the remaining bookshelf still standing.

“What happened?” Ginny yelled from the doorway.

Instead of answering, Heather looked back to Caitlin still hovering by the last standing bookshelf. In the next moment, Caitlin vanished.

“Brian, Heather Donovan is here to see you,” Joe announced when he walked into the break room.

Brian, who sat at the table, looked up from the coffee and frowned. “Heather’s here?”

“She’s up front. Said it was important, that you were the only one she wanted to talk to. I have to admit, I am curious.”

Brian stood up and left his coffee sitting on the table. Leaving Joe in the break room, he stepped out to the hall and headed for the front lobby. When he got there, he found Heather, visibly shaken, pacing by the front desk.

“Heather? What’s wrong?” Brian asked.

Heather resisted the temptation to jump into Brian’s arms and instead glanced over his right shoulder and spied Joe walking down the hall in their direction.

“I need to talk to you, alone,” Heather whispered.

With a nod, Brian took Heather by the arm and led her down the hallway, past Joe, and back to the break room. When they entered, he shut the door and locked it. The next moment Heather flew into his arms.

“I almost got killed by a freaking ghost!” Heather blurted, holding tightly to Brian.

“You what?” Brian asked, pulling away from Heather and placing his hands on her shoulders. He looked into her eyes.

“Caitlin. That crazy ghost tried to kill me with a bookshelf!”

Brian eased Heather into a chair at the table and urged her to calm down. He brought her a glass of water, and after a moment she took a deep breath and recounted what had happened to her since meeting Ginny at the museum.

“I almost went to Chris’s house. I needed to tell someone. But I figured he would just say he told me so. He wanted to go with me. And I don’t think Walt and Danielle are home yet.”

“So I wasn’t your first choice?” Brian gently teased. He now sat in a chair next to her, holding one of her hands.

Heather shrugged. “You were my first non-medium choice.”

Brian smiled.

“But dang, does this mean I’m not an innocent? I thought I was a good person,” Heather grumbled.

“What are you talking about?” Brian asked.

“Eva always said a ghost couldn’t hurt an innocent.”

“If you think about it, you didn’t get hurt. Shaken up, but not hurt.”

“Yeah, but only because I jumped out of the way at the last minute. I sprained my ankle.” She looked down at her right ankle, stretched out her leg, and then turned her foot from side to side.

“You didn’t sprain your ankle. You walked back here from the front without a problem,” Brian reminded her.

“I was running on adrenaline,” Heather argued.

Brian leaned forward and kissed Heather’s nose.

“Joe might walk in,” Heather noted.

“I locked the door.”

“Oh.” Heather leaned toward Brian and dropped a kiss on his mouth.

“You know, we can’t stay in here and make out,” Brian said.

“Why not?”

Brian grinned and then asked, “What did Ginny say when she saw the bookshelf on the floor?”

Heather leaned back in the chair, Brian no longer holding her hand. “She freaked, tried to figure out what had happened. At first, I’m sure she thought I had somehow done it, but I told her I saw it shaking, so I stood up and then jumped back just in time.”

“So you lied?”

Heather shrugged. “What else was I going to do?”

“You should not go back there.”

“I agree with you.”

Twenty-Five

When Brian unlocked and opened the break room door, he came face-to-face with Joe, who stood in the hallway as if ready to open the door.

“Thanks for your help, Brian,” Heather said as she marched into the hall, giving Joe a perfunctory nod and a curt, “Goodbye, Joe.”

Joe watched Heather walk down the hallway while Brian picked up his now cold cup of coffee from the table and carried it to the sink.

“What was that about?” Joe asked, walking into the room. “And why was the door closed?”

“Obviously we wanted some privacy,” Brian said, rinsing out his cup.

“What’s going on with you two?” Joe asked.

“I told you, we’re friends. She had a problem and needed someone to talk to.” Brian refilled his now rinsed cup.

“You mean like a bookshelf almost falling on her?” Joe asked.

Brian frowned to Joe. “How do you know about that?”

“I just talked to Kelly on the phone. Ginny called her all upset, said Heather was over at her house, and the bookshelf in her study fell over and could have killed someone. She said Heather claimed it fell over on its own. But Ginny doesn’t see how that is possible.”

“It could have been a minor earthquake,” Brian suggested.

“We didn’t have an earthquake,” Joe said.

“I don’t always feel earthquakes, but it doesn’t mean there wasn’t one nearby.”

“Kelly checked after talking with Ginny. There were no reported earthquakes in the area.”

“What does she think happened?” Brian asked.

“That Heather tried to move it for some reason. Why was Heather over there in the first place?” Joe asked.

“Ginny had invited her over to look at her vintage magazine collection.”

“Which was destroyed when the bookshelf fell. She’s sick about it,” Joe said.

“Heather didn’t say anything about