Chapter 21

As an early Christmas present to herself, Ava ordered an old-fashioned pool table from an online vendor for the great hall. She also ordered a four-seater game table for card playing. Both were being delivered in ten days.

She sat back in her chair at the desk in her library, satisfied. When she went into town tomorrow to grocery shop, she'd talk to Frank at the hardware store to see if he'd build her a small corner bar and stools. He could use the work and was good with his hands.

She was trying not to panic, but they were getting close to crunch time. They'd accumulated mounds of evidence, but not the one thing they needed.

Sarah had been particularly evasive since the crew returned from holiday. Other than the one EVP from Jackson's bedroom two days ago, she'd been mute. And the EVP had nothing to do with how she'd died.

"You're losing her."

A knock came at the door. She turned, noting it was getting dark out and nearly dinner time.