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yet.”
    “I thought we agreed that I would contact you after I had looked into a few things. I’ve barely had time to talk to anyone.”
    “I know, Miss Camille, but he is very anxious to get this situation settled.”
    “Camille, we’re in the middle of lunch,” David said, obviously annoyed.
    “Aggie, tell him I’ll do it. I’ll let you know when I find out anything.”
    “I’ll certainly tell him, Miss Camille, and thank you!”
    “Are you really going to do it?” Randy said. I nodded. “Fantastic!”
    “Do what?” David said.
    “Help a ghost find his murderer,” Randy replied. I groaned and put my face in my hands.
    “Excuse me? Did he just say ‘ghost’?” David held up his hand when Randy opened his mouth. “I’m asking her, not you.”
    “It’s complicated.”
    “I’m listening.”
    So I told him everything. His face was expressionless, like he was processing all the information before coming to a logical conclusion. “I asked them to give me some time to do some research before I made a decision, but it sounds like they are anxious for me to get started.”
    “And you believe that helping a…”
    “…ghost,” I said for him.
    “…yes, that…is the best use of your time and talents?”
    “At this particular time, yes.”
    David motioned to our server, who came right over. He handed her a hundred dollar bill, put his napkin next to his plate, and stood up.
    “Where are you going?”
    “I’m leaving. It’s clear that it would be in my best interests to make a clean break of things, and start over by myself in California. You ’re not the same person I first met.”
    “And you have turned into a self-centered, pompous jerk, the same type of person you used to make fun of. The only things you love are yourself and your job. Good luck, David. I’m sure you’ll find someone who fits into your mold for an ideal mate.” I turned my back on him so I wouldn’t have to watch him leave.
    Randy watched him go before turning his attention to me. “Are you ok?”
    “I’m fine,” I replied, lying through my teeth. “Where should we go first, the library or the newspaper office?”

Chapter 8
    We started at the library. I was once again riding with Randy, since I had gone to the restaurant with David. “Want to talk?”
    “Not really,” I said, staring out the window.
    “Come on, it will make you feel better.”
    “No.”
    We rode in silence for a few minutes. “Good riddance is what I think.”
    “What part of ‘I don’t want to talk’ don’t you understand?”
    “It will do you good to talk about it, though.”
    “What is it you want me to say or do, Randy? You want me to have a nervous breakdown or something? Cry my eyes out?”
    “You’re certainly going to be the talk of the grapevine for a few days. A public dumping is bound to have those tongues wagging.”
    “My lifelong dream fulfilled. I can scratch it off my bucket list.”
    Randy parked in front of the library. “Sarcasm does not become you.”
    I put my hand on his arm. “I know you’re just trying to help, and I appreciate it. But I’ll deal with this in my own way. But when I am ready to talk, we’ll do it over a carton of chocolate chip ice cream.”
    “Deal. Now, get out of here.”
    “Aren’t you going in with me?”
    Randy shook his head. “I’ve got a phone call I need to make. I’ll wait for you here.”
    “While you’re making calls, would you call Mr. Scott and see if he will talk to us?”
    “How much am I getting paid for this job?”
    “About as much as I am.”
    “So half of nothing, huh?” Randy said.
    I grabbed my purse and got out. Thanks to countless hours of research, I was very familiar with the library. I spent so much time here, one of the librarians jokingly said I should think about applying for a job.
    I opened the heavy oak door and went inside. To my immediate left was the checkout desk, manned by Julie Cooper, a high school senior, who smiled and waved as I