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department will catch the person who slipped Mack those pills. In the meantime, Indian Falls is safer than living in the city. Since you plan on selling the rink and going back, I don’t see a problem for you.”
    Her attention drifted back to painting her nails, and I scooted out the door feeling less optimistic than when I went in. Although maybe I was tying myself up into knots for no reason. Maybe the right buyer was at the rink right now.
    My jaw dropped as I pulled into the rink’s almost full parking lot. I steered around a couple walking through the lot carrying camera equipment and parked in a spot near the back.
    A Mozart piece was playing over the loudspeaker as I walked into the rink. George and one of his students were circling the floor. The rest of the rink was chaos.
    People filled the sidelines. Walking farther into the rink, I spotted several teenagers who frequented the Toe Stop and a couple of their parents. Curiosity over the sale of the rink and Mack’s death probably brought them out. I waved at the teenagers and did a double take. Behind them, at a table across from the bathrooms, was a group of unfamiliar adults swathed in black and deep purple. Perhaps more distinctive than their color palette was the fact that they were all chanting and holding hands.
    This was an open house? It looked more like a séance.
    Oh God!
    My eyes darted to the bathroom. The yellow crime-scene tape barring entrance was still intact, but clusters of people were posing in front of the door while their friends took pictures.
    I peered into the snack area and groaned. A group of white-haired seniors huddled around a Ouija board, sporting expressions of equal parts amusement and fear. In the middle of the group was my grandfather. He spotted me after the woman on his left elbowed him. Pop gave me a shrug and put his hand back on the planchette in the middle of the board. Apparently, Pop’s group had expanded its gossip vine to the great beyond. This was just perfect.
    â€œRebecca. I’m so glad you made it.”
    I turned, and Doreen gave me a tight, overly bright smile.
    â€œIs anyone here for the open house actually interested in buying the rink?” I asked.
    â€œWell…” Doreen glanced around the place and pointed to a man in a suit who was currently crawling around the edge of the rink on all fours. “That individual might be interested in opening a museum on the premises, but I think he’s only looking to rent.”
    â€œA museum?” No one came to Indian Falls unless they had to. “What kind of museum?”
    â€œA paranormal one. If he makes an offer, he plans on having psychic readings and séances.”
    I blinked. To Doreen’s credit, she had managed to break the news with a straight face. If nothing else, she was professional.
    I swallowed hard. “Are you kidding?”
    She shook her champagne-colored coif.
    â€œIs there anyone interested in actually owning a roller rink?”
    Her lips pursed, she scoped out the room. “Not today. I figured it would be a hard sell considering the specialty nature of the business, but I thought I had one or two potential buyers lined up. Both of them called this morning to say they weren’t interested. At least not until some time passes. They don’t want to be associated with death or, worse yet, murder.”
    Death and murder weren’t on the top of my list either. Unfortunately, I was stuck with them until the sheriff solved the crime and I sold the rink.
    â€œWhat do you think I should do?” I asked.
    â€œI hate to think of this place turning into a museum for the dead, but that’s the only offer I see us getting for a while. It’s not my place to tell you whether to turn it down.”
    Maybe not, but I could see she wanted to—and to be honest, while the rent on my apartment was almost due, that wasn’t as important to me as the fact that Mom loved her roller