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their hotel rooms with their perfect beds and room service and things like coffee and food. It’s cold in here. And creepy, and I swear to Hecate that if I see that murdered nun, I am going to flip all the fits these proper Czech doves can imagine.”

Chapter 4
     
     
    “Don’t make me slap you,” Emily said. “I am tired of that stuff.”
    “What stuff?” Carol and Cathy asked in unison but neither of the friends explained. They weren’t going to tell the normals about truth serum.
    “Don’t lie, liar dove,” Ingrid said in reply. Her face was shocked, and Emily supposed she could see why. She did love truth serum. Too much. Ingrid finished with narrowed eyes, “You love it.”
    “But, not on ME. On others. I like it when others suffer and I can laugh.”
    Cathy’s eyes widened and she shifted uncomfortably.
    “Not suffer—suffer,” Ingrid tried to explain. “She just doesn’t feel very bad when people get in trouble for what they really thought and did.”
    “Neither do I,” Carol agreed, nodding emphatically. “People shouldn’t be able to live behind the lies they tell themselves.”
    Emily leaned her head back against the wall. This was ridiculous. The truth was, she didn’t care about this guy. And they weren’t doing anything to fix things. Her phone rang and she looked down to see Gabe’s name. The picture was of Gabe and Ingrid together and her eyes rose as she realized he was calling her instead of the woman he loved.
    Emily stood and walked across the room, smiling comfortingly over her shoulder at her best friend.
    “You better explain yourself,” she answered, “because I am not telling on Ingrid.”
    “Ingrid said that she’s another suspect in a murder investigation.” The deep, gravely voice of Gabe sounded semi-panicked.
    “Well…” Emily considered and then said, “We probably all are.”
    “Stop,” Gabe ordered. “Tell me everything from the beginning.”
    Emily explained what had happened, and she could hear Gabe’s teeth grinding. She finally had to interrupt, “Look, Ingrid knows all kinds of vanity spells, and her teeth are perfect, but I don’t know if she can fix what you’re doing to your mouth. And I sure can’t. It’s not our fault. This body fell on her. I mean…how do you prepare for that?”
    “ Why,” Gabe pled, “Are you on a haunted Prague tour?”
    “Hazel told us to go or we’d get in trouble.”
    “Hazel?” The question was very careful. Emily could tell he wanted to curse and stomp and maybe throw something at Hazel. He was angry angry.
    Emily grinned. Gabe better be careful, but what she said was, “Oooooh, Hazel is in trouble.”
    “Emily,” Ingrid shouted. She jerked her head towards the end of the hall where a bloody, wet nun walked down the hall towards them. Her eyes were pools of blackness, and black veins covered all the exposed flesh. Her hair flew out behind her as if there was a gale strong enough blow back her hair—but of course— only her hair. Everyone else was standing in a hallway safe from all the elements. It was a ghost storm.
    Holy Hecate’s sweet-tooth, what the hell!
    “Oh for the love of Hecate,” Emily said to Gabe, “The ghost just showed up. Are you kidding me right now?”
    “Ghost?”
    “We’re fine. She’s a normal deal, I guess. I gotta go. I can’t leave Ingrid alone when there is a ghost. She has crazy in her eyes big time.”
    “Emily,” Gabe said before she could hang up, “Take care of her.”
    His voice was not concerned. It was anxiety-ridden hoarse with worry and madness.
    “It’s what I do.”
    Her heart felt all warm and fuzzy that he was including her until he added, “When you’re not getting her into trouble.”
    “I’m going to punch you hard when I get home, jerk.”
    She hung up on him before he could infuriate her further.
     
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    “Do you see that,” Cathy whispered her eyes fixed on the nun.
    “Yes,” Ingrid said flatly. She met the ghost’s