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She shook her head "No, no…I was just looking around--before I panicked when I heard you at the door This house is going to take… A lot!"

"Were you really going to do ht?" he asked

"Probably not Um, why not? I had a sandwich, but I’d love to see O’Hara’s" She sain There were the diet here?" he asked her

"I have a rental car I drove down from Miami," she said "The car is around on the side--that’s where ays parked I guess Cutter hasn’t had a car for a while?"

"Not in years He never left the house"

"How odd--he traveled the globe, and then he beca old fellow," Liam said "Brilliant A real-life Indiana Jones"

"Hht of him more as Uncle Fester, I’ s," Kelsey said

"Well, you have friends here who cared about hi "Liaation unit Why was Cutter’s death investigated as a crime?"

"It wasn’t I chose to co

"I see Thanks"

When they left the house, she turned one key in its lock "I think you ought to be locking both locks," he said "In fact, I don’t think you should actually be staying here"

She looked at hirew up in the house I’m not afraid of the mummy or the coffin--or even the shrunken head"

"Kelsey, I caht because the house was broken into twice The first time, a pack of kids ca for soet a lockse the locks The lowlifes said that the door was open when they got here, but I knew that it had been locked the night before I’ood about this place," Liaain "Well, obviously, there had been a key out there somewhere The locks are brand-new Honestly, most thieves wouldn’t break into this place It’s supposed to house evil spirits, or so of the like There’s so o rent a room Trust me, I’ll be fine The house likes h, it was a long trip I’d love a good Guinness--and my dad always said that O’Hara’s kept the cleanest taps in the state"

She was a grooht, his unease was unfounded "Okay, then Let’s go I’ll drive"

He saw that Bartholohtful He prayed the ghost wouldn’t start talking to him, distract him and make him appear crazy

No such luck

As he walked to his car, slightly behind Kelsey, Bartholomew fell into step beside him

"I don’t like it," he said

You don’t like what?

The words were on the tip of Lia them aloud

Bartholohost for some tih doors The physiology was intriguing Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t want to believe in ghosts Bartholomew could sit on a chair, but he h doors He loved boats, hated the water He’d been around nearly two hundred years, and he knew the answers to reat deal that Liahost should know It was a different existence, Bartholohost--just as Lia huood, bad, clever, dedicated, lost…greedy, generous, loyal, traitorous That’s the way it was But most of the time, they stayed behind because of a passion or a need A passion for revenge, or justice--to save the life of a loved one or to right a terrible wrong

Liam liked Bartholoht now

As he pulled the car around the circular drive, he caught a glihost in the rearview aze intent He was searching for so

Liaht of the other night The house seeht, constantly shadowed by clouds, it seemed to breathe, and to watch, and to wait

"What is it?" Kelsey asked hi" He paused, his foot on the brake "You’re sure you want to come back here, stay here alone?" he asked

"It’sat it "With all that it holds!" she added, and sed a bit--at least, not in Kelsey’s h-top tables scattered toward the rear; the space allowed for dancing and was right in front of a stage area that could be set for karaoke or live n that advertised "Katie-oke" four nights a week If "Katie-oke" was going on that night, it either hadn’t started or Katie was taking a break