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right?”
    “Why would I not?”
    By that point, I practically clapped my hands and jumped up and down. “I’ve been alone all day. No one could hear or see me. My son and Monica…” I choked up and blinked hard. Ian stood there looking at me, unemotional himself, and unless I missed my guess, impatient. He seemed more agitated than usual. I glanced over his shoulder and noted the man hadn’t moved. He stood like a statue or a robot waiting for its next command. I studied Ian. “Is he okay?”
    Ian waved a hand in the man’s direction. “He is fine.”
    “Um…” I thought of something else. “Why couldn’t I get into your house today?”
    Ian answered right away. “It is protected against your kind.”
    The words stung. “My… kind ?”
    Ghosts he meant. I was sure of it and comforted myself with the fact that it wasn’t me Ian desired to keep out of his home but all ghosts. Never mind. Knowing the fact did nothing for my mood.
    I took a step closer to Ian, imploring him. “You seem to know a lot about ‘my kind,’ Ian. Please help me. I need to find out what happened.”
    I don’t know what I expected from this dispassionate man, but it wasn’t what I got.
    “You are no good to me as you are, Libby. Why should I help you?”
    My mind screamed because you’re a decent human being, and you feel sorry for me. So far, Ian had not displayed any sense of guilt or human kindness. He had let me go back to the hardware store alone, and he kept the barrier up on his house even though he knew I must be wandering around lost and confused without my body. A determination to get back to my son and my life made me say, “I will haunt you forever. Even if I can’t get into your house, I will wait outside until you come out and go looking for…”
    I glanced past him at the man and blushed. Then I straightened my shoulders.
    “I will be right there with you, watching…” I gulped. “…everything.”
    Could ghosts faint because I was milliseconds away from it.
    At my outburst, Ian flared his nostrils and glared in my general direction. “You are ignorant, Liberty Grace.”
    “What does that mean?” I demanded, but he ignored the question.
    “You will wait outside my house until I return.”
    “If you’re trying to trick me—”
    “Outside my house,” he repeated. “I will be there in two hours.”
    “Two hours!” I almost shouted.
    He spun away and walked back toward the man. I had not choice but to return to his house. As I stood outside waiting for his return, I wondered how relevant time was. Would it feel like two hours as I waited? Before I could make any determinations, my mind drifted to other matters, like what Ian was dong at that moment. Another blush. I knew I had the feeling of embarrassment but wasn’t sure if had I been visible, it would have shown. Either way, it didn’t matter. Ian McClain was decidedly not on the market. Just as well anyway with his awful attitude.
    While waiting, I decided to drift over to my house. I peered through the window and found Monica and Jake sitting at the kitchen table. The two of them studied the page in front of Jake, and I guessed they worked on his homework together. Monica pointed out a figure and said something. Jake glanced up with a smile that tugged at my heart. Then when he bent over the sheet again, Monica picked up her cell phone. The furrow between her eyebrows appeared, and she seemed to come to a conclusion. I knew without a doubt Monica intended to call Clark and tell him I was missing. By now, I also figured the town’s gossips had informed her about George’s murder. Monica would never believe I had anything to do with it, but she might worry the killer took me, which was what I was scared of too.
    “Liberty.”
    I started at hearing my name and swung around. Ian stood just feet away. How did he sense me so well? I was still invisible, yet he knew just where I was. Who was this man, and how had he learned so much about