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laughter was a full-­hearted sound. “The crazy thing is, I believe you.”
    I tried to suppress a giggle once Ruthie clasped her hands together in delight and gave a little chuckle.
    â€œWhat’s going on in here?” Charlotte stood in the doorway, unamused. “Oh, you’re here.”
    â€œGood to see you too, Charlotte.” Jack took his hat off and greeted her like a good Southern boy and then put it back on.
    â€œAre you here to stop another funeral, Sheriff Ross?” Sarcasm dripped off her lips. She folded her arms across her body.
    The quick moment he took his hat off, I noticed he put in a little more hair gel, making him look very GQ. I liked it.
    â€œNope. Just here to ask Emma Lee if she wants to go to the karaoke bar tonight.” He gave an irresistibly devastating grin.
    My eyes widened.
    Charlotte lifted her perfectly waxed eyebrow into a shocked surprise. She turned on her heels and clicked back down the hallway to her office.
    â€œDid you see her face?” I laughed. Charlotte and I both knew that Jack was not there to ask me out, but it was worth seeing the look on her face.
    â€œWhat?” Jack shrugged. “I’m not kidding. Since you sing and all.”
    â€œI don’t. I was talking to Ruthie all of those times.” There was no way, no how I was going to go to a karaoke bar and make a bigger fool of myself. “I am not going to any karaoke bar.”
    â€œOh, yes you are, Emma Lee Raines,” Ruthie protested. “You are going to get your hair fixed and go to that bar.”
    â€œWhat? Did Ruthie say something?” Jack asked.
    â€œNo.” I shook my head. Ruthie was right. It was high time this funeral girl got a taste of life. “Not tonight. Tomorrow, pick me up at eight.”
    â€œWhy not tonight?”
    â€œBecause I have a murder to solve.”
    He smirked. “Emma Lee, you leave the detective work up to the police. I’ll let you know the questions I need to ask Ruthie and you give me the answers. Got it?”
    â€œGot it,” I lied.
    There was no turning back now. I had to figure out how to get Ruthie to the other side and Granny off the hook.
    â€œTomorrow night at eight,” he confirmed. “I’m going back to the inn to see if they found any prints.”
    â€œPrints?”
    â€œAfter I saw you at the inn, I figured you went there to snoop, so I put a warrant on Ruthie’s room to check for prints.”
    â€œI’m telling you Granny didn’t do it.” No matter how cute he was and how much my heart fluttered when he looked at me, I wasn’t going to stand for him accusing Granny.
    â€œI never said she did. But those pajamas have to be somewhere.” He darted out the door.
    Hmm . . . I had never thought of that. Where were Ruthie’s hot-­pink pajamas and kitty slippers?
    I wrote the new discoveries in my notebook. If I find the pj’s, I find the killer.
    One thing Granny said that didn’t add up and haunted me was that she had just gotten home from the doctor’s. Ruthie said that she was in bed. Why was Granny at the doctor’s at night?
    As far as I knew, Doc Clyde only kept daytime office hours.
    Go see Doc Clyde , I wrote in my notebook. See if Granny did go to the doctor and why she went to see the doctor.
    â€œBy the way . . .” I turned back to ask Ruthie if she knew something that someone wouldn’t want her to know that would give them a reason to kill her, but she was gone.
    Quickly I wrote my question in the notebook, before putting it in my purse. I grabbed my phone.
    â€œTime to go play crazy,” I whispered, and then stopped by Charlotte’s office.
    I rapped on her office door. She was hunched over a file on her desk and clicked away on a calculator.
    â€œWhat?” She snarled, and didn’t bother to look up.
    â€œI’m going to see Doc Clyde.”
    â€œGood! You need to,” she