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

really good of you, Laurel. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.” He laid his hand over mine, and my knees trembled.
    The touching moment was broken by a man’s voice yelling my name at my apartment door. We both jumped.
    “Who on earth is it?” Basil said.
    “I think it’s Lewis.” I stood up.
    “Why didn’t he just come in?” Basil asked me. “I thought ghosts could walk through walls.”
    “They can as a rule,” I said, “but I have red brick dust and black salt all around the perimeter of this apartment, and I also have it warded in order to keep ghosts out. I do want my privacy.”
    Basil appeared to be thinking it over, but once again Lewis screeched out my name.
    “I’d better go and see what he wants,” I said. I opened the door to find an agitated Lewis floating there. “Can you please land, Lewis?” I asked him. “Floating makes me nervous.”
    “Why?”
    I shrugged. “I just find it creepy.”
    Lewis looked at me as if he were about to say something cutting, but changed his mind. He looked over my shoulder at Basil. “Hey mate, I’m glad you’re here. I’ve been hanging around at the police station, and they’re sure you murdered me.”
    Basil sighed. “I didn’t murder you, truly.”
    Lewis held up his hands. “ I know that. It wasn’t an accusation. I’m just coming to tell you that the police don’t have any other suspects. They’re not looking into anyone else.”
    “That’s what Basil and I were just saying,” I told him. “They haven’t mentioned any other suspects at all?”
    Lewis shook his head. “I don’t think they’re really looking. Those detectives seem in a hurry to wrap things up.”
    I looked at Basil, and was worried to see that his complexion had turned ashen. I also saw for the first time that he had deep dark circles under his eyes.
    “Who do you think murdered you, Lewis?” Basil asked him.
    “I’ve told you a hundred times!” he exclaimed. “It was Norbert! He murdered me to get my girlfriend.”
    I shook my head. “That doesn’t seem a really good motive, Lewis. Could he have a motive other than that?”
    “I have to agree with Laurel,” Basil said. “Anyway, we don’t want to be like the police and look at just the one suspect. Can you think of anyone else who might have wanted to kill you? What about Violet?”
    Lewis was visibly taken aback. “Violet? No, she’d never hurt me. We were in love.”
    I didn’t know whether to point out that Violet had taken up with Norbert what seemed like only minutes after Lewis was killed, so I would hardly think she was in love, but I thought it better not to point that out. Basil appeared to be thinking the same thing, because he didn’t mention it either.
    Basil was the first to speak. “Who else could there have been? Think hard, Lewis.”
    “Well, there was that other accounting firm of course,” Lewis said. “You know, I’ve already told you about them— It’s Accrual World , the accounting firm where someone was embezzling from the trust fund. I called Simon Smarts, the head guy, the night before I came here to tell him that I’d found evidence of embezzlement. The timing works out, so he could be a suspect, although I know for a fact that Norbert did it.” He crossed his arms over his chest and pulled a petulant face.
    “Is that another joke?” I asked him.
    Lewis looked puzzled. “Is what a joke?”
    “Simon Smarts. Is that really his name?”
    “Yes.”
    I shrugged. “Okay.”
    Ernie materialized beside Lewis. “Accounting jokes, did I hear you say?”
    “No!” I said emphatically.
    Ernie smirked. “Welcome to the accounting meeting, where everybody counts.”
    Lewis, Basil, and I groaned in unison. Lewis vanished, followed by Ernie, while I shut the door and then turned to Basil. “Let’s go and eat any food that isn’t cold, and make a list of suspects.”
    I had resigned myself to the realization that my relationship with Basil couldn’t progress until