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powers. Lin guessed that Libby might be in her seventies, but it was only a guess, and the older woman certainly wasn’t about to be forthcoming on the subject.
    “You want to talk?” Libby sat and placed her mug of coffee on the table. She sensed that Lin needed to discuss something just by seeing the expression on her face when she came into the store.
    “Have you seen the news story about the bone that was found?” Lin folded her arms on the tabletop.
    “I did.” Libby gave a slight nod never moving her eyes from the young woman’s face.
    Lin’s shoulders drooped. “I was the one who found it.”
    Libby sat up straight, her eyes wide.
    “Emily Coffin was there, too.”
    Libby tilted her head slightly to the side. “Did she communicate with you?”
    A cloud settled over Lin’s face. From time to time, ghosts appeared to her, but they never spoke. A few months ago, Lin thought that Sebastian Coffin might be trying to say something to her. It felt like a message was hanging on the air between them, yet it just floated there, the words and meaning never fully forming.
    “Tell me what happened.” Libby listened closely as Lin told her about Nicky digging in the pile of dirt behind the farmhouse and discovering the bone. She also reported her odd feelings while on the trail and in the cemetery.
    “Your sensations are probably related to the discovery of the bone.” Libby tapped her manicured finger against her chin. “Stay aware. Be open to any messages that a spirit might try to send to you. Just because they haven’t communicated in the past doesn’t mean they won’t in the future.” Libby lowered her voice. “Messages can come through without words so pay attention to things you think are your own thoughts or intuitions. I’ve known other people who can see ghosts. They don’t receive audible messages. It’s more like a silent communication, hearing the message in your mind. So be aware of that possibility during a visitation.”
    Lin almost cringed at the word visitation . She thought it sounded weird and creepy.
    Libby’s face was serious. “Be on guard, listen to your intuition.”
    “Do you know who the previous owners of the farmhouse were?” Lin wondered if Libby might have any information that might shed some light on the recent happenings.
    “My friend owned that house for ages.” Libby looked wistful. “When she passed away, it was sold to a man who only kept it for two years. The place was on the market for some time until only recently when it was sold again.”
    “A couple of doctors bought the place. Leonard and I have contracted with them to do the landscaping.” Lin traced a crack in the tabletop with her fingertip. “Have you heard anything about the bone? Is it old? How did it end up behind the farmhouse?”
    Libby shook her head. “Nothing has been reported yet.”
    “Why do I keep thinking about this bone?” Lin rubbed her forehead. “Oh, I know Emily Coffin wants me to look into it, but what can I do? The police have the bone. They have the means to figure out how old it is. They’re the ones with the labs and the techs and the research tools.”
    Libby stared at Lin for a few moments. “But you’re the one with the ghosts.”
    Lin blew out a long breath and narrowed her eyes. “They’re not all that much help.”
    “Maybe you need to listen more closely.”
    Lin sighed.
    “Like I said, there’s more than one way to hear something.” Libby patted Lin’s hand. “You’ll get better at it.”
    Lin was about to ask more questions when one of Libby’s morning coffee buddies walked up to the table to chat. After several minutes, Libby checked her watch and stood up. “I need to get to work.” The woman worked part time at a high-end home goods shop in Nantucket town. She leaned down. “Talk to the neighbors. See if that leads anywhere.”
    Lin thought over what she and Libby talked about. After a few minutes, she collected the dog, chatted with Viv for a few