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question with a question.
    Damn I really hated that.
    “I’m sure he might have had an enemy or two,” I agreed. “But we have reason to believe that Polly’s murder is connected to another homicide that wouldn’t have had anything to do with her grandfather.”
    I assumed it wouldn’t anyway. It wasn’t as if I’d had a lot of time to look over the cases to find a connection. That was one thing I’d learned while working with the FBI. When it came to serial homicides, there was always a connection between the victims, even if it wasn’t apparent to the average person. The connection might be the color of their hair, or as simple as accessibility.
    It was for this reason that I was less interested in Janet’s theories about Polly’s grandfather, and a little more interested in what kind of work she’d been doing, and who she’d been doing it for.
    “So Polly never gave you a single hint about what her job was?” I asked again.
    “I know it had something to do with the new owner of the Marsh estate. That’s really all she would tell me about it.”
    There was a tone to Janet’s voice that convinced me that this time, she really was telling me everything she knew.
    As an afterthought, I grabbed a chocolate doughnut and slipped Janet some more money. Coffee was a good start, but I had a feeling that this was going to be one of those days that would require something a little extra, such as chocolate.
    I had a bad feeling, and usually when I had bad feelings, chocolate did wonders.
    This time the chocolate didn’t do much of anything, except cover my hands with a sticky substance that was going to bug the hell out of me until I got to the office and washed it off.
    The wet drizzly weather only added to that feeling of gloom that had settled over me. Living in Oregon my entire life, you’d think that I’d have gotten used to the rain. Most of the time I barely noticed, but there were days when the black clouds and misty weather really did a number on me. This was going to end up being one of those days.
    I turned onto the Island Loop road, which would take me to the lighthouse on Shipwreck Point. This was where the West Coast Atypical Crimes Management Unit was based.
    Although the road had lots of twists and turns, I could practically drive it with my eyes closed, which meant I could divide my attention between my blasting radio, and the road. That’s exactly what I was doing when all the sudden the radio went bonkers and filled with static.
    “It probably won’t work while I’m in your car. The radio I mean.” Muriel’s voice came at me from the backseat.
    Startled, I swerved and nearly took Lady Luck and myself off a hundred foot cliff that would have landed us right into the swirling gray waves of the Pacific Ocean.
    When my heart slowed enough that I could think straight, I glanced into my rearview mirror.
    Sure enough, Muriel was staring back at me, the corners of her mouth tilted upward in a mischievous grin.
    “What the hell are you doing in my backseat?” I asked, in a not so friendly manner.
    This was the second time Muriel had nearly killed me. The last time had been on the stairs to the lantern room of the lighthouse.
    She’d claimed it was an accident, but I was no longer so sure.
    “Sorry,” she apologized. “I wanted to talk before you got to work.”
    Muriel was the ghost who haunted the Shipwreck Point lighthouse. According to town legend, Muriel was murdered by the ghost of Captain Marsh, but I wasn’t convinced, about the being murdered by a ghost part. It was obvious she’d been murdered, but by whom was the real question. Muriel couldn’t remember her own death, which wasn’t all that uncommon with the deceased.
    One day I intended to look into it, but unfortunately that day wouldn’t be today. There were more recent murders I was going to have to deal with.
    “Well next time warn me before you pop in like that,” I grumbled, pushing my words home with an angry