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dangerous activities, but hindsight is fifty-fifty, as they say,” Lewis joked, and I realized he was, for better or worse, back to his usual self.
    “Do you really think he’s responsible for your death?” Basil asked.
    Lewis considered for a moment. “I can’t say for certain, of course, but it seems likely. I know you didn’t do it, Basil, because I’m much too smart for you to kill me.” He smiled directly at Basil as he teased him. “But also because you really had no motive, outside of Laurel clearly falling for me.” He winked at me when he spoke, and I found it a lot less amusing than he did. “I also can’t think of anybody else with means and motive. This guy could’ve paid to have me killed thirty times over and gotten away with it. He was seriously rich even before he’d stolen a ridiculous amount of money.”
    I mulled it over. This man didn’t sound like the sort of person I would want as an enemy, but I supposed that I didn’t really want anybody as an enemy. We all talked for several more minutes, but it seemed as though the clues had dried up. We would need to do some investigating of our own to get to the bottom of Lewis’s murder. I was worried that Basil was still Number One Suspect in the eyes of the police.
     
     

Chapter 7
     
    I took a long, slow sip of my coffee and set it back down on the table.
    “How is it?” Tara asked me.
    “It’s amazing! I forgot how good the coffee here was,” I replied, smiling. Tara and I had decided to catch up. Given all that had happened recently, finding the time to do something simple and relaxing was difficult. We’d talked on the phone and through texts, but there was something a lot nicer about talking in person. Plus, there was coffee.
    “Yeah, it’s great. We haven’t done this in a while.” Tara paused to take a sip before continuing. “So, what did you want to tell me?”
    “Oh, geez, I don’t even know where to begin.” I sighed. While we had been talking for a long time, I’d kept all of the crazy recent events in my life under wraps. I wanted to tell her, and had planned to do so, but doing it over the phone didn’t seem right, considering how dramatic and important it all was.
    “Maybe from the beginning?” Tara teased.
    I laughed, and thought about it a bit more. “All right, sure. You know Basil?”
    “Of course I know Basil, you twit. You don’t shut up about him.”
    I laughed again, realizing I couldn’t refute her point. “Fair enough, but we kissed.” As I said it, Tara’s mouth dropped open.
    “What!” she yelled, causing all the customers at the cafe to stare at us. “How could you not tell me this until now? When was it? I swear it had better have been while you were on the way here.”
    “It was the night before Lewis Lowes was killed. It feels like longer, though. More than that’s happened.”
    Tara tapped impatiently on the table as I took another drink before I continued. “He visited me with his friend from college, Lewis. Well, they went skydiving together and...” I paused and Tara looked at me worryingly.
    “And what, Laurel?”
    “That was the guy who died, the one whose parachute didn’t open.”
    Tara clasped her hand to her mouth. “Oh, gosh.” She seemed genuinely shocked. “Do you know how that happened? Was he an amateur?”
    “No, just the opposite; he’d had plenty of experience. Nobody’s quite sure how, though Janet said she was told that his parachute wasn’t packed properly. Those detectives who are investigating have Basil as a suspect. Didn’t Duncan tell you?”
    Tara was completely taken aback. “No, not about Basil. I mean, the whole town knows about the skydiving accident, of course, but Duncan didn’t tell me that Basil is suspect. Have you talked to the ghost?” Tara was the only one, apart from Basil, who knew I could talk to ghosts.
    “Yes,” I said.
    “So what does he think happened?”
    “You need to promise me that you won’t tell anybody