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and cataloging any history that hadn’t been added to the computer system since the historical society move over a year ago.
    “So what is there to do around Kings Mill on a weekend?”
    The odd conversation broke into the third hour of the morning as they’d been quietly pouring over old files, preparing them for documentation into the computer system.
                  Tonya shrugged. “Most of the town folks hang out downtown or go to the Old Mill.”
                  “What about you? What do you do on the weekends?”
                  “Depends. Sometimes I volunteer at the Old Mill as part of the characterization. Other times, I hike up to Cunningham Falls or take in a part of the Appalachian Trail nearby. Or I might watch a movie over in Frederick. It all depends.”
                  “Sounds fun.” But the sneer in Camden’s voice and roll of his eyes told her he was being sarcastic.
                  “What about Gettysburg? You ever go up there?”
                  “Sure. I used to do ghost tours and investigations with friends of mine.”
                  “Really? Don’t tell me you believe in that crap.”
                  Okay, he could be a real asshole at times…regardless of his offerings of coffee and fresh crullers, or bribes as they had been.
                  “And what if I do? You going to make fun of me and call me crazy?”
                  “Ah…yeah.” He shook his head. “You watch those shows on TV, too? ‘Oooh, I feel cold. The hairs on my arms are standing up!’” He mimicked the television paranormal investigators. “Yeah, because you’re in an old, dark house scaring the shit out of yourself. And the orbs , yeah…whatever.”
                  “Have you ever been on an investigation? Do you even know what they are about?” Tonya retaliated. This guy was being a major douche. He didn’t know anything.
                  “Why? They’re all a hoax.”
                  “Fine. Is that what you think?”
                  “No. That’s what I know. There are no such thing as ghosts.”
                  April took that moment to walk into the workroom. Tonya looked up at her as she moved behind Camden. The director of the historical society raised her eyebrow, having overheard the conversation.
                  “Ghosts?” she asked.
                  “Yes, Dr. Miles.” Camden sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Tonya seems to think that ghosts exist.”
                  “Well, we don’t know if they do or not.” She shrugged.
                  “There is no scientific proof to their existence. Only a crazy person would say they’re real.”
                  April leaned down, propping herself at the end of the table with her fists, and narrowed her eyes at him. “Define crazy, Mr. Phillips?”
                  That shut him up for a moment as his brows tightened from her scrutiny. Tonya fought hard to hold her laughter in and not to crack a smile. Of all people to declare that statement to. April Branford-Miles was married to the soul of a former ghost. Kings Mill’s founding father, to be exact.
                  She handed Tonya a file. “Look this information over. We have a family needing a connection with a possible ancestor lost in the Battle of Monocacy. Can you drive over to Frederick and look into it this afternoon?”
    “Sure. No problem, Dr. Miles.” Tonya examined the articles in the file, still trying not to get into a pissing match with Camden as April turned to leave.
    “Oh, one more thing, Mr. Phillips,” April added, “you don’t have to be crazy to experience the dead…but it helps.”
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                  “Was Dr. Miles serious?” Camden asked as they drove to