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gritted teeth. “But now I’m stuck up on the roof.”
    “This wouldn’t happen if you had a man,” Barbara pointed out for what seemed like the millionth time.
    I muttered some very rude words under my breath, and headed back for the ladder. The roof was quite steep, and it had been easier to go up than down. “Hang onto that ladder again, will you?” I called out.
    I managed to maneuver from the roof to the ladder, but it wobbled as soon as it had my full weight on it.
    Soon I was on the ground and Lily was sitting at the foot of the ladder, smirking at me. I grabbed her and headed inside, with Barbara hard on my heels. As annoying as her words were, I couldn’t help but feel as if she were right. It would be nice to have a man, Alum specifically. I like my own company, but it was hard to do everything myself, with no support, no one to talk to, no one to fetch my cat from the roof. And some love in my life wouldn’t be such a bad thing, I had to admit.
    Alum to me seemed to be the ideal man, but he was in mortal danger. And even if his partner were brought to justice, would Alum even know who I was when he wasn’t in his spirit-state?
     
     

Chapter 7
     
    I was back in Tamworth again. Constable Decker’s spirit knew where Alum was being kept in a safe house, and since he wouldn’t come through, his wife was the only link to him. People who were murdered often had difficulty coming through for weeks, and Alum did not have the luxury of time.
    I needed to find out who murdered Constable Decker—not to bring them to justice, but so I could convince them to tell me where the safe house was. It was a long shot, for certain, but it was the only hope I had.
    I didn’t have a plan figured out, so I was going to wing it. I had thought through several scenarios on the drive to Tamworth.
    On my first drive past the house, the woman outside Decker’s house was watering the garden. I pulled up in the street just outside her house, and jumped out of my car.
    At first, she seemed alarmed to see me. “Can I help you?” she asked stonily.
    “Good morning. I’m Prudence Wallflower,” I said. I held out my hand, but she just looked at it. She didn’t say a word, so I pushed on. “This might sound strange, but I’m a clairvoyant medium. I was driving down the street when I felt the spirit of a recently deceased man, and he was right outside your house.”
    She gasped and narrowed her eyes. “Are you a cop?” she asked.
    “No,” I said. “Have you ever heard of Lisa Williams, the clairvoyant medium from America? Or the Hollywood Medium? Or Theresa Caputo? They’re on TV.”
    She nodded, but pursed her lips.
    “I do what they do,” I said. “There is a spirit outside your house of a recently deceased man. The sense is very strong, although the spirit won’t speak with me.”
    “What do you want?” she said. “Who are you, really?”
    “Like I told you, I’m a clairvoyant medium, Prudence Wallflower,” I said. “You can google me if you like.” I handed her my card.
    She took my card and turned it over several times, before peering at it, holding at several inches from her face. “You really are a medium?” she said. Her tone held more than a measure of disbelief.
    “Yes,” I said. “You can google me if you like,” I said again.
    “I’ll do just that,” she said firmly.
    To my surprise, she invited me into her house. I hadn’t known what reception to expect, but I hadn’t expected her to invite me in.
    “Excuse the mess,” she said. “I’ve been at the hairdresser’s all morning, and then I had to get my nails done, so I haven’t had a chance to clean the place.”
    I thought the place looked immaculate, but I wondered why someone whose husband had just died, and at that been murdered, would have their hair and nails done. I would have thought that she would be in a state of depression, but nevertheless I was not going to comment on her grief. I have never lost a husband, so I had no