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and stuff. I see him there all the time.”
    “Wow! That’s a good solid lead.”
    “I know, right. But seeing as you guys are all out in the field, I figured I would stop into the Wicked Muddy on my way to check in on Melinda. I gotta grab a coffee anyway.”
    “Emily, that would be so awesome of you!”
    She giggled into the phone. “It’s sort of neat,” she admitted. “I finally get to question my first witness.”
    Michael laughed.
    “Don’t worry, totally professional and all.”
    “I have no doubt,” said Michael, as he saw William suddenly swoosh to his side. “Call me once you talk to him, okay?”
    “Will do.” She disconnected.
    “Anything?” Michael aimed at William.
    “No. Nothing at all out of the ordinary. No sign that anyone has even been down in the basement in a long time.”
    “Onto the next one I guess.”
    William nodded and headed toward the jeep. Michael dialed Charlie as he followed.
    “Michael, what’s up?”
    “Nothing so far. Checked out Mermaid Point, nothing here, and no sign of Mr. Jordan. How about you guys?”
    “We’re just pulling in now.”
    “Right, well, we’re heading out to lighthouse number two.”
    “Okay. I’ll let ya know if we find anything.”
    Before letting Charlie go, Michael explained Emily’s findings. Both Charlie and William were impressed at how fast she had tracked down the information and were eager to learn what she’d discover in her talk with Freddy Collier. Michael promised to call as soon as he heard from her. He hung up, started up the jeep and continued toward the next lighthouse.
     
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    Charlie informed Eva it was Michael on the phone. He shook his head, speechlessly informing her they had found nothing of value. She nodded that she understood, swerving slightly as they pulled into the parking lot of the lighthouse.
    “I think I’ll drive once we leave here,” he suggested.
    “What? Can’t handle my mad driving skills?” she challenged.
    “Mad skills? Have yet to see those,” he quipped. “And if you grip that steering wheel any tighter I’m going to need pliers to loosen your fingers.”
    She let go of the steering wheel as if it were suddenly burning her hands, and balled and stretched her fingers, trying to return some feeling and color. “Bad habit when I get nervous. Guess I probably shouldn’t be driving.”
    Charlie took hold of her hands, rubbing them, returning some blood to her skin. She shivered, but had no idea if it was because she had a chill, or because he had touched her. He worried it was the latter and let go. She looked away, making an obvious gesture of checking her cell phone.
    “Let’s go see what we can find,” he suggested when she had no new messages.
    She wasted no time hopping out and making her way to a large sign, which marked the location.
    “The Cliffside Lighthouse,” she read aloud. “Otherwise nicknamed the Suicide Light as visitors often claim to see the ghost of a young woman dressed in veils of black wandering through the lighthouse and the surrounding grounds. The young woman is believed to have thrown herself over the cliff after the untimely death of her beau, in the early to mid-1800’s.”
    “Kind of sad.” Charlie sidled up alongside her.
    Eva glanced at him, rolling her eyes.
    “Well, if it’s true, it is sad,” he defended.
    “Have you ever seen the ghost? Is she real?”
    “No idea. Never seen her myself. Far as I’m aware, no one in my family ever has. But there’s been plenty of sightings… by others.”
    “Others who want to keep the myth alive?” she spoke suggestively.
    He shrugged. “On the Isle, you just can’t be sure.”
    Eva laughed under her breath. “So where should we start? When I came here earlier this morning the place was empty, and I couldn’t get inside, it was locked up. So I just scoured the outside.”
    “Locked? Really? No one locks anything around here. Why don’t we get it open and look inside. If we don’t find anything,