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in his life was a major
inconvenience, but it wasn’t my fault I was born. Like it or not, I
was his problem and he’d just have to deal with it. Besides,
Sunny’s murderer needed to pay, and I wasn’t going to stand aside
and do nothing. Slamming the door shut, I turned to him. “But her
boyfriend should go to prison,” I growled.
    Dad shook his head, laughing through
clenched teeth. “You don’t even know he did it.”
    “Yeah.” Exhaling a groan, I rolled my eyes.
“I do.”
    Dad’s eyes widened. “Did you see the
murder?” “No,” I threw up my hands. “But—”
    “I’m taking you to AJ’s house tonight.”
Jarring open the door again, he pointed at the torn bucket seat
with a determined expression. “I don’t want you at the apartment
alone.”
    My shoulders fell at his angry dismissal.
Sliding into my seat, I wiped a stray tear with the back of my
hand. He didn’t even care what I had to say.
    The tension between us was thick enough to
touch as Dad sat next to me and slammed the door. I knew he’d
rather just pawn me off on AJ’s parents than deal with me
himself.
    “Why can’t I stay home?” I pleaded.
    Dad swore again, this time using words I
hadn’t heard since he’d tried to give up drinking a few months
ago.
    “Krysta.” He turned to me with a look of
irritation clearly written across his creased brow. “Don’t you
understand? If you were the last person to see this girl alive, her
murderer might come after you now.”
    Tattoo guy come after me? I hadn’t thought
of that. I didn’t even think this guy knew my name or where I
lived. Besides, he didn’t know I was a witness in this case. Dad
was just freaking out over nothing.
    Wasn’t he?

Chapter Seven
    “What are you
doing, Emmy?”
    Looking up through tear-soaked eyes, I saw
Ed and Gertrude hovering above me. “Packing my things,” I said on a
sigh.
    Arms folded across their chests, concerned
expressions marred their brows. I guess they weren’t going to stop
calling me Emmy. Oh, well, it didn’t matter anymore. Weird thing
was...they were kind of starting to feel like family.
    “Where are you going?” Gertrude asked, her
voice laced with worry.
    “Dad wants me to stay at my friend’s house.”
I shrugged, trying to pretend it didn’t matter that he was sending
me away. But it did matter. My life had been turned upside-down
ever since Sunny’s murder, and now my dad wanted me out of his
hair. I had always felt plagued by my ability to see ghosts, but
never like this. I was in way over my head and had no one to help
me.
    “For how long?” They asked simultaneously.
Weird how they were always doing that. I guess if you spend over a
hundred years with the same person, you learn to think alike.
    Throwing the last pair of socks into my torn
duffel bag, I hung my head. “I don’t know.”
    “Mind if we tag along?”
    Looking back up at them, I laughed. “Do I
have a choice?”
    “Nope.” They both nodded.
    I threw up my hands, knowing they’d follow
just to bug me about their tombstones. “Look, I’m sorry about your
graves, but I really don’t know how to stop the mall.”
    “We understand.” Placing both hands on her
hips, Gertrude nodded. “We’ve got bigger problems right now,
anyway.”
    “Like what?”
    Ed’s lip turned in a snarl. “Seein’ that
fella hang for killin’ that girl.”
    “Really?” A jolt of excitement shot through
me. They wanted to help. I didn’t know how two dead ancients could
help me, but just knowing they were on my side made me feel better.
“You want to help Sunny?”
    “Sure.” Folding her arms across her chest,
Gertrude nodded. “We all gotta go sometime, but that ain’t no way
ta die.”
    They were right. Then a thought struck me.
How was Sunny handling all this? Last night, she seemed in a state
of shock. I wondered if she was coming to terms with her death.
    “Have you been over there? I mean, have you
talked to her to see if she’s all right?”
    Ed’s