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didn’t. I kept my mouth shut when––”
    “When you shoulda said, Victor you best be runnin’ the opposite direction for that dude gives me the creepy crawlies. ” Victor crossed his muscular arms across his barrel chest, challenging Denny. “But you didn’t. Thanks for that, by the way.”
    He may have been a queen, but nothing about Victor Fleming shouted fag. At six feet, four inches of solid muscle mass, he wasn’t a guy anyone wanted to tangle with.
    Including Denny.
    “Creepy crawlies?”
    “He gave me the clap. I told you that.”
    “I remember.”
    “Asshole. That was one time I needed your mass communications to step in and prevent my ass communication, know what I’m saying?” Victor cut his eyes to the counter. “She still lookin’ at you, Den. Look at them titties. She’s got more than you can handle, fo’ shur.”
    “Let her look. I. Am. Taken. Get that through your shaved noggin!”
    Victor studied Denny. “Naw, I mean, she lookin’ like... through you. Like she’s tryin’ to get inside that thick heada yours.” He shook his head. “Big fat wasta time that is. You ain’t seen the forest from them trees, girl, not so long as you and Rush are hittin’ it.”
    “Quit it.” Denny flicked his right ear. “Anyway, back to the reason I am buying your coffee. Something has come up, and I need Ophelia’s help, but I want to run it past you first.”
    Victor whistled. “I don’t know. Mama’s pretty busy these days. Those storms and shit bring out the need-to-know in people, but what you need her for?”
    Denny inhaled deeply and told Victor about her visit with Quick. When she finished, Victor blew out a breath and ran his hand over his bald head.
    “You don’t wanna be playin’ in them playgrounds, Denny. I mean it. You stay far and wide from that shit.”
    “Let Ophelia tell me that.”
    Victor locked eyes with her. “You know Mama loves you to pieces and would do anythin’ for you, but openin’ a door that’s been closed for so long?” He shook his head. “You just oughta be prepared for her to say no thank you and hand you a glassa lemonade.”
    Denny nodded. “I can accept that. There’s no harm in asking...and I have to ask, Victor. If there is any way, any way at all that I can get to my mom, I have to try, no matter what the risks.”
    “Here’s a good question for you. What you think your mama knows that Quick couldn’t or wouldn’t share?”
    “I haven’t a clue. I swear to God, it’s the weirdest thing. I’ve never seen my brother so serious or so secretive. Ever. It sorta freaked me out.”
    Victor ran his hand over his baldness once again. “What’s weirder is Sterling’s reaction. You sure that girl wasn’t adopted? She can’t evah seem to be onna same page as the rest of you.” He looked over Denny’s shoulder and stood up. “Gonna see mama now. I’ll let you know, but don’t get your hopes up.”
    Denny knew why he had left so fast when she saw the barista headed her way. She silently cursed Victor.
    “Mind if I join you?” Brianna asked, sitting down before Denny could answer.
    Denny shook her head. “Not at all. Break time?”
    Brianna chuckled. “Or something. Look, I’m sorry for being so off putting. I didn’t mean to pry. It’s just...I’ve been wanting to talk to you.”
    “I’m sorry? I missed that.” Denny glanced out the window as Victor bumped his two fists together before laughing and getting in his car.
    “About the ghost. It’s just, well, I’m very familiar with the many ghost stories of Savannah. It’s a...sort of a hobby of mine, and yours is one I am quite familiar with.”
    “Yeah. Everyone seems to think she’s still in the house.”
    A few beats passed before Brianna whispered, “So, is she still there? Rushalyn?”
    Denny leaned back. “You’re not that sorry, are you?”
    Brianna blushed. “I have an innate curiosity for all things supernatural and you live in a haunted house. Do the