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grateful that ‘my’ bones do seem to be very old ones. You know, I’ve heard stories about this house, but never anything about a crazy undertaker filling the walls with his…clients. I’m going to have to do some more research and see what I can find out.”
    “The only way you would have heard the story would have been if someone had already discovered the bones and dug them out,” Will said, his tone ironic.
    She cast him an exasperated stare, but he didn’t notice. He was looking out the open door to where a crowd had gathered on the street, a uniformed officer keeping them back. “Hey, I know that guy.”
    “What guy?” Sarah asked.
    “Don’t go staring,” Will said.
    “Why? Whoever he is, he’s in front of my house,” Sarah said. She gripped Will’s shoulder and looked past him, then gasped.
    “What?” Caroline asked, jumping.
    “It’s him.”
    “Him, who?” Caroline demanded, then gave a little gasp of her own and said, “Oh, my God, it’s the guy from the museum!”
    “He was here when I got home, staring at the place,” Sarah said.
    “I told you, I thought I knew him from somewhere…oh, my God!” Caroline said. “You don’t think that—”
    “He was a creepy old undertaker after the Civil War and stuffed a bunch of bodies in the walls?” Will asked, laughing.
    Caroline flushed. “No. It’s just that—”
    “I know who—” Will began. But he didn’t get a chance to finish. Lieutenant Tim Jamison was striding their way.
    “Let him in, Fred,” Tim Jamison said into his radio, obviously speaking to the uniformed officer who was holding the onlookers back.
    Sarah watched as Fred let the man from the museum step past.
    “Hey!” she said as she caught Tim’s arm.
    He turned back to her. “What?”
    “Tim, who is that? Why are you letting him in?”
    “I know who he is,” Will said. “I’ve been trying to tell you. He’s a diver, and he just did some work with us.”
    “A diver?” Sarah repeated, confused.
    “He’s actually a P.I. with some firm out of Virginia or D.C.— and he’s a diver,” Tim told Sarah. “He’s connected, too. The captain told me to help him out as much as I can. Will you excuse me?”
    Sarah let him go, though she wanted to protest that it was her house everyone was traipsing through, and she should be the one to tell any nonessential personnel whether they could or couldn’t enter.
    “He’s a damned good diver. He found a body this morning,” Will said.
    “What?” Sarah, Caroline and Renee demanded in unison.
    “The plot thickens,” Barry said, twisting a pretend moustache.
    Sarah shot him a glance telling him that his joke was in poor taste, then turned to Will. “The missing girl?” she asked.
    Will shook his head. “We were looking for her, but it was a crapshoot. We don’t know exactly when she disappeared, much less where she went, we don’t know if she was killed…the bosses decided to send divers down since she’d been at a beach party when she was last seen. They called me in as the dive master and coordinator. We didn’t find her—but your guy did discover a submerged car with a man in it. He knows his stuff—he’s a good diver.”
    So he’d found a body. And now there were bodies in her house. Did that mean anything?
    “His name is Caleb Anderson,” Will supplied.
    “I could swear I know him from somewhere,” Caroline said.
    And then, walking beside Tim, he was coming up onthe porch. “I don’t think this discovery can possibly impact your search,” Tim was telling him. “This is a case for the history books—and new fodder for the ghost tours around here. Intriguing, though.”
    Caleb Anderson reached the group standing just inside the door, then reached out and shook hands with Will, nodded at the others, then walked over to stand next to Sarah. “Quite a discovery,” he said to her.
    “Yes, not what I was expecting, certainly,” she said.
    Caroline moved forward, offering her hand. “Hi. I’m