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Chapter 1

“I need to speak to a ghost”

Adeline Greenfield paused in thetea into her expensive china cups and looked at me

“I was under the impression you already could” Her voice, like her appearance, was unreenerous curves, she rerandmotherly types often seen on TV sitcoloithin theame away Adeline Greenfield was a witch, a very powerful and successful one

“No I mean, I can hear them, and sometie ht if I was on the saht help”

“Possibly” She set the teapot down and frowned “But didn’t you help relocate a ghost that was causing all sorts of mischief at the Brindle?”

The Brindle was the witch depository located here in Melbourne, and it held within its walls centuries of knowledge, spells, and other witch-related paraphernalia “Yes, but it wasn’t really a ghost It was actually aon”

“Souls are usually incapable of interaction with this world”

“Yes, but the Brindle is a place of power, and that gave her the ability”

She nodded sagely “It is still odd that you cannot speak to them the same way as your mother, because I’m sure she said you had the skill”

I raised my eyebrows “You knew Mom?”

She s the dead are few and far between, so yes, I knew her We had lunch occasionally”

That was so I hadn’t known But then, there was probably a whole lot of stuff I’d never known about iven she’d beenmy voice as I said, “Well, no matter what she may have believed, the dead won’t speak to me”

“Ghosts can be vexing creatures,” she agreed “And they often have no desire to acknowledge their death”

“So how is ignoring ard the fact that they’re dead?”