“I know you do. Claudia, she’s worried about a paranormal encounter she had today. She asked me to ask you for her cell phone number, so I could arrange to talk to her about it.”

“Caroline? Caroline saw a ghost?” Claudia looked at him doubtfully. “Wow! It must’ve been due to overwork or something. She’s never seen anything spooky that I know of. That was always my department when we were kids.” She cocked her head and looked at him with interest. “Did she say what it was?”

Martin shook his head. “No; it’s what she wants to talk to me about.”

“You see what I mean?” Claudia groaned. “Rather than give you her number outright, she wanted me to know she’d approached you and not think she was trying to steal you.” She shook her head. “The girl’s so discreet, she’s unbelievable! Remind me tomorrow morning, honey; I’ll give it you then.”

“What have you planned for tomorrow?” he asked, moving into the kitchen to turn on the coffee maker.

“If the license bureau is open in the morning, I’ll formalize my Indiana driver’s license; in the afternoon I’ll start prepping my papers for the office.” She came up behind him and wrapped her arms about his waist. “What about you?” She pressed her head against his shoulders.

“I’ve got some notes to finish up on the Catskill case, and I owe the editor of Occult Times an article on the Chestnut Mansion affair. Tomorrow night we’ll pick up my new truck…” Claudia snorted in mock derision. “…and the day after I’ll drive to Wally-world and buy some clothes.”

She smiled, and kissed him. “Sounds like a plan to me.”