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Despite the fact that she gave tarot card readings. The Magic Marketplace was on the first floor of an old brick building. The smell of incense slapped me in the face as soon as I stepped through the door. Heather set her book on the counter and raced over to me as soon as I walked in. She wore an oversized black sweater with black and white polka-dot leggings underneath. Her black boots hit just above her ankles. Heather had her blond hair pulled up into a loose bun.
    â€œAre you okay?” she wrapped her arms around me.
    I hugged her back. “I’m fine.”
    I’d called her last night after I’d gotten home. Of course she’d wanted to come over right away, but there was no need. There was nothing she could have done to take the images of what I’d seen out of my mind. Heather was probably more in shock about what had happened than I was.
    â€œSo they arrested the model for murder?” she asked.
    We walked across the hardwood floor over to the counter. Magic and spell books lined the shelves. Tables were full of crystals, candles, bottles of herbal potions, and other items needed for mystical purposes.
    â€œThey stuffed her in the backseat of the police car and drove off. She was handcuffed and everything.”
    Heather sat on the stool behind the counter. “And to think you were working alongside a murderer the whole time.”
    I tapped my fingers against the counter.
    Heather narrowed her eyes. “What? I know that look. What are you up to?”
    I glanced down at a stack of tarot cards she had on the counter. “The ghosts want me to investigate the murder. We don’t think Hannah did it.”
    Heather’s mouth dropped open. Finally, she said, “Ghosts? We don’t think? What are you talking about?”
    I released a deep breath. “Here goes . . . I picked up another ghost last night.”
    Heather rubbed her temples; then she said, “This is crazy. I can’t believe it. Is it Melanie’s ghost?”
    â€œNo, this ghost is a man who claims to be a private investigator from the 1940s.”
    â€œThis is crazy,” Heather exclaimed.
    After explaining what had happened, Heather said, “What are you going to do?”
    I picked at the edge of the Fool tarot card on the counter. “I guess I’ll look into Melanie’s murder.”
    â€œWell, I know I won’t be able to stop you from doing that. All I can say is, please be careful.”
    I felt eyes on me. When I glanced over at the door, I spotted Sam and Charlotte standing there waving for me to hurry up.
    â€œI have to go,” I said.
    Heather followed my stare. “Are the ghosts there?”
    I headed toward the door. “Yes, and they’re very impatient. I’ll call you later.”
    â€œRemember to be careful,” Heather called out as I exited out the door.
    I threw up my hand and headed down the sidewalk. Once back at the car, Charlotte and Sam were leaning against the hood. The scowl on Charlotte’s face told me she wasn’t happy.
    â€œWhat? I needed to talk to Heather,” I said as I made my way around to the driver’s door.
    Sam pretended to open the car door for Charlotte and then gestured for her to climb into the front seat. He was being very much the gentleman.
    â€œThat can wait. Right now we have work to do.” She winked at Sam, then slid into the passenger seat again.
    Who knew ghosts could be so demanding?
    I shoved the key into the ignition. “You know, Charlotte, you can catch more flies with honey.”
    â€œBuzz, buzz,” she said.
    I bit back a laugh and cranked the engine. The inside of my car was pristine white leather. I made sure to clean and treat the leather at least a couple times a month. The car was more than a car, it was my home away from home.
    â€œSo where are we going?” I asked.
    Sam leaned forward from the backseat. Charlotte and Sam exchanged a look.
    â€œYou all are