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gaze and the long-dead woman’s mouth opened in a wail that no one could hear.
    “Is that the ghost who died? The one they drowned as a witch?”
    “Given the pentacle on the poor dead dove’s forehead, I would guess yes,” Ingrid said. Her eyes were fixed on the ghost and then she yelled, “Emily.”
    She jerked her head towards the ghost and waited for her friend to come back. If this dead dove started throwing people around like Em’s dead ex had, Ingrid was out. You know what, she thought, I am out. She pulled out her too-expensive shoulder bag and began digging through. She’d thrown in all the truth serum she’d had and had bought more in New York City.
    She rose and walked over to the tour guide. “It’s late,” she said.
    “Yes,” he replied with his eyes on the ghost.
    “There has to be a place here that makes coffee. I have a supernatural ability to make good coffee. Let’s make some and get people comfortable. People are going to start noticing the ghost and quit being so nice about staying for the cops.”
    “You think they’ll try to run?”
    “No,” Ingrid said, “I think they’ll demand to leave. This needs to be solved now, if they’re going to find the killer and quite frankly and maybe horribly, I don’t care that much who killed that guy right now. Not with that ghost eyeing us like her next revenge victims.”
    “Little Agnes is not an aggressive ghost,” he said. “She’s very calm. Feeds on the people who enjoy being spooked and the fury of supernaturals at her death. She even saved one girl’s life when the kid tried to kill herself.”
    “Ew,” Ingrid didn’t like being fed on. In any way. She added, her gaze on the ghost and where she had stopped to lean her head back and wail. When the ghost turned towards the courtyard and disappeared into the wall, Ingrid asked, “And she normally weeps blood and screams?”
    “Ahhhh,” Igor-the-tour-guide hedged and then admitted, “No. Okay.”
    He headed towards the Presidium room and waited for the next person to leave and then he spoke to the cops for a minute. They nodded, eyes on the ghost who was hovering near the tree in the courtyard, and then nodded again.
    Igor disappeared and returned a few minutes later. He set up a coffee pot and told her, “Good luck.”
    He didn’t think that she’d have much luck in making excellent coffee with that ancient thing, but magic was magical.
    She pulled out the coffee and smelled it. At least the beans were good. Ingrid was the one who filled the water pot. That way the serum could be easily placed in it before it was run through the coffee pot. She started mixing coffee for people, eyeing them for a moment, adding sugar or cream as they would best enjoy and added a zip of magic. She wasn’t really that sure what the magic would do, but she was sure that those inclined to turn the coffee down would find it a bit harder.
    Emily handed the coffee around according to Ingrid’s instructions.
    “Divide and conquer?” Emily asked.
    Ingrid nodded, eyes scanning the group. Everyone had taken coffee except the two sisters, Cathy and Carol. Ingrid had made it perfect to what they’d like, but neither took a cup. She was frowning at the sisters when Emily said, “You take the creepy old-young one. I can’t talk to her.”
    Ingrid considered, but she saw that Emily was serious and the odd dove didn’t bug Ingrid like she seemed to bug Emily.
    Ingrid approached the woman in tweed and orthopedics while Emily scanned the crowd and took the young couple with the incredibly attractive man. Ingrid’s eyes narrowed as she headed towards the woman who dressed so old but looked so young. At least in her face.
    “Hi,” Ingrid said.
    The girl-crone-dove jumped.
    “I’m Ingrid, I saw you were alone, and worried that you were feeling scared by yourself,” Ingrid lied. She hadn’t had the truth serum.
    “Oh, kind of,” the girl-crone replied.
    “What’s your name?”
    “Gwennie.”
    She