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interesting couple of days.” She stood up. “When you’re ready to hear more, Randy knows how to get a hold of me. I’ve got an appointment at nine.”
    Opening the door for them, I shook her hand. “I appreciate you coming by. You’ve certainly given me a lot to think about.”
    “You’re welcome. I’ll be outside, Randy.” I watched her disappear into the darkness.
    “A psychic, ghost chasing hippie? Really, Randy?”
    “I thought you could use some insight into what you’re dealing with. Give her a chance, Cam. She knows what she’s talking about. I’ll call you tomorrow.” He kissed my cheek and left.
    Locking the door, I went to pick up the glasses, but they were gone. I heard a clink in the kitchen. I grabbed the basebal l bat and slowly moved toward the sound. Peeking around the corner, I didn’t see anyone standing there, but the glasses were on the counter by the sink. Chills went down my spine as I went around the house checking all the locks and windows.
    I went back to the kitchen to put the glasses in the dishwasher, but they weren’t on the counter. “ Not funny, Stanley,” I said out loud.
    I felt a slight breeze go past me. I stood still, listening for any other movement or sound, but I only heard silence.
    Looks like Stanley Ashton III had learned a new trick.
    I was not amused.

Chapter 11 - Wednesday
    Needless to say, I didn’t sleep well that night. I kept waking up, expecting to see Stanley standing at the foot of my bed. He and I were definitely going to have a talk about his little visit.
    I decided to call Aggie before I left the house to give her an update on what I was doing. “I’ve got someone checking for death certificates, birth and marriage records, anything she can think of that would give us an idea of where Amelia and the kids might be,” I said. “I’ve also talked to Walt Penhall and Clifford Scott, the two policemen who were at the house that night.”
    “Sounds like you are being very thorough, Miss Camille,” Aggie replied.
    “Yes ma’am, I’m doing my best.” I didn’t mentioned Cliff Scott’s accident. There was nothing to suggest that his death was connected to Stanley’s death. I wish I had gotten a copy of that police report, though. “Is there anyone Amelia was close to, someone she might have confided in?”
    “Well, she was good friends with your grandmother. You might ask her.”
    “I talked to her yesterday, but I can run out there again and ask her. Do you have an idea where Amelia would have gone?”
    “Not a clue, but I could ask Stanley. Oh wait, there was a place in New Mexico she liked to go. Some small town with a funny name. I can’t remember the name, but she said she liked it there because no one knew her and she could be herself. Stanley never went with her; he was usually too busy with work.”
    “Speaking of work, I understand he had a lot of enemies.”
    “All successful people have enemies, Miss Camille, that’s to be expected. Again, I will ask Stanley if there were any specific threats or concerns.”
    “I’m sure there were, considering all the land he was buying or trying to buy.”
    “I wouldn’t know anything about that. Is there anything else?”
    “No ma’am, not at the moment. I promise I’ll let you know if I find out anything.”
    She thanked me and hung up. I made a few more notes on my notepad before getting dressed. I put on a purple Oxford shirt, jeans and my favorite pair of white tennis shoes, put my notepad, an extra notepad, pen and my phone in my messenger bag, and headed to the garage. My pride and joy was a 1968 Olds 442, black with blue stripes on the bottom of each door. It had an x-pipe straightened to the back of the muffler, and it sounded like a dragster. I always enjoyed the envious looks I got from people whenever I drove it.
    My first stop was the bookstore. I wanted to talk to Randy about Jo, and tell him what happened after he left last night. Unfortunately he wasn’t there, so I