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my breath, peeking out to see who it was, then recoiling in shock. It wasn’t the police at all. It was Carlton’s daughter Debbie, looking as nervous as we were.  
    “Hey.” I stepped out into the room and she screamed. Luckily she also covered her mouth before the sound got really ear shattering, so it wasn’t a complete disaster. “How did you get in here?” I demanded.
    “How did you get in here?” she countered, and in all honesty, she had a point.  
    “Secrets of the trade,” I said, knowing very well that didn’t mean a thing to anyone. “And you?”
    “I bribed a maid,” she said, more honest than I was.  
    That deflated me a little. And it also made me like her more. I found myself sharing information in a way that was probably reckless---but oh well!
    “We’ve been looking for about ten minutes and we haven’t found a thing,” I told her. “What are you looking for?”
    A wary shadow flickered in her eyes and I knew she wasn’t going to tell me the truth. Then her eyes widened as Jill came out of the bathroom.  
    “You too! Hey, isn’t it your boyfriend who’s been taken in for questioning?”
    Jill nodded, looking tragic. “That’s why we’re here. We’re trying to find out who the real killer is.”
    Debbie looked even more guarded. “So you don’t think he did it?”
    Jill’s blue eyes flashed. “I know he didn’t.”
    Debbie shrugged. “I don’t care if he did or not.”
    “Hey,” I said to her again, narrowing my eyes as I looked her up and down. “When I was on the terrace with your father, we saw you and Keri having an argument on the path below. What was that all about?”
    She hesitated and I began to hope she might actually tell me.  
    “Keri Shorter was becoming a nuisance,” she said carefully. “She’d been hanging around for days. She was a snoop. Always jotting down notes and things. I was just telling her to mind her own business. No one likes to think a guest is actually a spy of some kind.”
    “A spy. What would she be spying on?”
    That flicker of unease was back in her gaze. “Oh, you know. My father is very wealthy and fairly famous. There are always people who try to take advantage of that.”
    “Has your father done something he’s trying to hide?” I asked, secretly cringing inside for asking. It was a rude question and I knew I would get a rude answer. And I also knew that I deserved it.  
    She looked furious. “Bug off,” she said, and turned her back on me as she began to go through the drawers of the dresser.  
    Jill was making motions toward the door, signaling she thought it was time we vamoosed. I had to agree. I would rather eat dirt than to have Captain Stone catch me here. So we said goodbye to Debbie and left the room.  
    We began to walk down the long corridor and suddenly it looked endless. There was a feeling in the air, something ominous, something whispering that we really shouldn’t be there. A cold, clammy breeze hit my face, as though the air conditioner was working overtime and being vindictive about it. My breath started to come in shorter bursts and I was getting that dizzy vibe again.  
    I looked around, feeling as though I was walking in slow motion. As we passed, some doors to rooms seemed to open. Here and there, people stood in the doorways—only they weren’t really people. They looked like wraiths—shades, spirits—and most were dressed in clothes from other eras. My heart began to beat like a drum. When I turned to actually look at them, they melted away and the doors were closed after all. But when I stayed unfocused, I could see them, hear them, sense them. What was going on?  
    The hair was rising on the back of my neck and I felt like one of those things might be following me. I whipped my head around, but there was nothing there. I wanted to run, to get out of there as quickly as I could, but how was I going to explain that to Jill? She was chattering away, obviously totally blind to what was