Make the Ghost of It (Witch Woods Funeral Home Book 3): (Ghost Cozy Mystery series) by Morgana Best Page A

me if I can’t remember everything.”
    I hoped Lewis wasn’t going to ruin our lunch, and I wondered how I could give him a hint to leave, but just then a car approached the funeral home at great speed.
     
     

Chapter 12
     
    Violet and Norbert jumped out of the car, which had come to a halt with a squeal of brakes.
    “I thought I’d find you here, Basil,” Violet said icily. “Why don’t you come clean and tell me how you convinced Lewis to change his will.”
    Basil’s expression seemed to change from surprise, to anger, to frustration. “I had no idea I was even in Lewis’s will.”
    Violet stomped her foot, just like a two-year-old child throwing a tantrum.
    “Tell us; how did you convince Lewis to change his will?” Norbert asked him. His tone was controlled, but it was clear that he was just as angry as Violet.
    Basil crossed his arms. “I’ve told you; I had no idea I was in the will, let alone that I was the major beneficiary.”
    Violet made a strangled sound. “Lewis told me that if we got engaged, he would change his will and I would be the sole heir.”
    “Quite obviously, he didn’t get around to it,” Basil said, “but Lewis never so much as mentioned the will to me.”
    “After we were engaged, Lewis told me that he’d already changed it and that I’d get everything,” Violet snapped.
    Norbert chipped in. “Yes, that’s right. Violet told me back then.”
    “So you and Violet were in very close touch at that time, were you?” I said.
    Both Violet and Norbert turned their attention to me as the implication of my words sank in. “I don’t know what you’re implying. Ms. Bay, but Violet and I are only friends,” Norbert said coolly.
    I knew that wasn’t true, because Lewis, in ghost form, had seen the two of them being so not ‘just friends.’
    Violet continued with her tirade. “You talked him out of it, somehow, and I’d like to know how!”
    Norbert took her by the arm. “Come on, Violet. He’s not going to tell you.”
    Violet narrowed her eyes once more. “I’m contesting the will. I’ll see you in court.”
    They departed with a smell of burning rubber.
    I was a bit shaken after the encounter. Basil and I walked into my apartment, and I placed the Chinese food on the dining room table in the middle of the kitchen.
    “I can’t believe how much you’ve done in here in such a short space of time.” Basil looked around the room with obvious admiration.
    “I have to replace the whole kitchen, but this will do in the meantime. After I paint the rest of the house, I’m going to paint everything in here white. Then it won’t be so hard to live with until I can afford to replace it.” I always ramble when I’m nervous, and I was always nervous around Basil.
    I got some of my plates from a cardboard box, and placed them on the table. “I haven’t really unpacked yet,” I told him. “I want to get the apartment painted first.”
    “How did things go with the plumber?” Basil asked me.
    I smiled. “It went really well, much better than I expected. I thought I’d have a huge plumbing bill, but it was much less than I thought. Tom said most of the work had been done already.” I didn’t know if Basil was truly interested in the plumber, or whether he was trying to be polite and making conversation. Although he was clean-shaven and rested now, there was an undeniable air of fatigue around him. “Don’t worry, Basil,” I added. “I’m sure the police will find the murderer soon.”
    Basil shook his head. “I don’t know about that. My lawyer said they seem pretty sure it’s me. I really don’t think they’re looking elsewhere; they’re just looking for evidence to pin it on me.”
    I could feel a headache coming on, and I rubbed my temples. It was a sudden, nasty headache with pressure behind my eyes and at the bridge of my nose. I supposed it was a tension headache.
    We ate in companionable silence for a few moments, until Basil spoke. “This is