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the daughter of Thelma Bay who owns the house.”
    Detective Brand focused on me. “So you were one of the witnesses?”
    “Yes, I was standing here with my mother, and so were Janet who works at the funeral home and Mom’s friends, Ian and John.”
    The detective nodded. “We’ll take your statements later. Where are the other witnesses?”
    “They’re at the funeral home, having a cup of tea,” I said. “This was a terrible shock for all of us.”
    “I’m sure it was,” the detective said, but his tone was devoid of sympathy. I expected he had seen too much of this sort of thing, though I imagined not specifically people falling to their deaths from an airplane. I assumed he was hardened by his job.
    The detective did not appear to want to question me further at this point, so I wandered over to Mom’s rose garden where I could see the proceedings, but not get in the way.
    Still, it was hard to see anything from the ground. The people in white suits scurried over the roof and occasionally one of them came back down and placed what I assumed was evidence in the big white van.
    Soon, the others joined me. Mom marched straight up to Duncan. “When will I be allowed back in my house?” she asked loudly.
    I hurried over to them.
    Detective Brand asked a question of his own. “Have you contacted your insurance company yet?” he asked her.
    “Yes, I have,” Mom said.
    “I suggest you get in touch with them again and inform them that there is damage to your roof, and it won’t be weatherproof at this time.”
    I shuddered. That meant that Lewis Lowes had fallen through Mom’s roof. I hadn’t liked the man, but I hadn’t wished him dead. It was just too gruesome to think about. Mom appeared to be of the same opinion because she waved her hands wildly in the air and wasn’t able to say anything further.
    Just then, the air shimmered in front of me. I thought I was getting a migraine headache, but then it took form, the form of Lewis Lowes.
    I screamed.
    At once, everyone’s attention focused on me. “It’s the stress,” I said lamely. “I didn’t mean to scream.” At least that was the truth.
    In all the trauma of the day’s events, it hadn’t occurred to me that Lewis would appear in ghost form. And while his body was probably in a million pieces—I shuddered at the thought—his ghostly form looked just like he had when I had last seen him, when he was alive.
    Lewis winked at me. “You seem surprised to see me, Laurel.”
    I looked around me, but everyone was now looking at the roof. I walked back to stand near Duncan’s police vehicle. “Do you know that you’re a ghost?” I said.
    Lewis laughed. “Yes, and I haven’t gone to hell. When I was on my way down, and my chute didn’t open, I was scared that I’d go to hell. But now I’m here, and isn’t it wonderful! Now I don’t have to pay any taxes or pay back any of my debts.”
    He looked genuinely pleased. I wondered if he had lost his marbles along with his life.
     
     

Chapter 5
     
    Janet ran over to me. I hadn’t seen her that animated since… No, I had never seen her that animated.
    She threw her hands in the air. “Have you heard the great news?”
    “There is good news?” I asked her. “But how could there be good news when a man has just been killed, splattered all over Mom’s roof?” When I saw Lewis grimace, I realized that it wasn’t such a tactful thing to say.
    “That’s just it!” she exclaimed gleefully. “One of the nice men from forensics just told me that the body isn’t splattered at all. Isn’t that the best thing ever!”
    I was at a loss for words. “Um, yes,” was all I could manage.
    “There could even be an open viewing!” She rubbed her hands together with delight.
    I noticed that Lewis had gone somewhat white, and it was a revelation to me that ghosts could turn white.
    “That’s a surprise,” I said. “I would’ve thought that he would’ve been in a not very good state.” My