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door. “I’ve never seen that in all the years I’d been in the business.” She walked over to the curtain and peeled it back; then yanked it again to open it wide.
    The sounds of clicks could be heard from the outside, as Granny stood smiling and waving to the media from the vestibule window. Chicken was right behind her doing the same thing.
    â€œIt’s something we try not to do often.” Jack Henry let go of my hands and walked over to shut the curtain. Granny waved until it was closed. He didn’t scold her. He knew better. Granny did what Granny wanted to do. Apparently, Chicken did too.
    â€œDinner, Emma Lee?” He asked again—­this time wanting a definite answer. “What do you say I take you to Bella Vino?”
    â€œWhat time?” No-­brainer. I could already taste the delicious chicken parmesan from my favorite restaurant . . . our restaurant. I ignored Granny, who was still trying to sneak a peek at the media. I had to admit, this was the only time Sleepy Hollow had seen so much press.
    â€œSeven.” He bent down and kissed me on the cheek before he left out the door to the waiting camera crew.
    â€œTrue love.” Granny giggled. Over her shoulder, I snuck a peek out the window where the cameramen were trying to coerce Jack into talking. They had no clue he was as ironclad as they come.
    â€œHe is a keeper,” I said to Granny. “You have to be careful on that scooter. You are going to kill someone.”
    I walked back through the family gathering space that was next to the kitchen to start the coffee Granny had told me to brew.
    â€œSo.” Granny rubbed her hands together. “What exactly is going on? I know you had to have a good reason to dig him up. Murder? Someone steal something out of his coffin? I’ve heard of grave robbers.” A devilish look came into her eyes. “Who’s the suspect?”
    Although it sounded really sick, there were people out there who stole items off the dead. I couldn’t even think of that, in fear of being haunted all my life. That thought scared me.
    â€œGranny, you know I can’t mix business with pleasure.” I ignored her beady little eyes staring at me.
    â€œNeed I remind you that I still own this establishment and have the right to kick you out of it?”
    â€œYou wouldn’t.” I gasped, and stared at her in disbelief.
    â€œThen tell me what is going on.” She straightened up and spoke in a pretty little Southern tone.
    â€œGranny, I have Southern charm just like you, lest you forget that you taught me.” Please hurry up and brew, I thought, looking at the coffee. The quicker she got her cup of coffee, the quicker she’d be out of here. “And you can’t keep holding it over my head that you own the joint. We have a contract—­signed papers.”
    â€œOh, I forgot about that.” Her mouth twitched to the side. “Well I’m just curious. I won’t tell anyone. Besides, what good is it that you are dating the sheriff if we don’t get the scoop?”
    She did have a point. Still. I couldn’t betray Jack Henry and his trust.
    â€œI’m telling you right now that I’m going to have the papers drawn up and you can sell the place to Charlotte and me.” My eyes narrowed. Granny and I both knew it was time to sell the place. She hadn’t had her hand in any part of the business since Charlotte and I took over.
    â€œSo you aren’t going to tell me?” There was no doubt Granny was persistent.
    â€œNo,” my voice was thick and unsteady because I was itching to tell her.
    â€œFine.” Granny took a deep breath and pulled her shoulders back. “Now, tell me.” There was a spark of interest in her eyes.
    Without telling her a word, I handed her the papers Jack Henry had given me with the warrant.
    â€œWhat kind of evidence do they have?” Granny’s mouth formed an O