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Evie wished she could run to the kitchen for cover, but she wasn’t leaving Jennifer’s side. The kitchen would be hotter than Hades, but she was sure it would still have felt cool to her burning cheeks. “Thanks for dropping me in it, kiddo,” she said,wrapping her arms around Jennifer’s shoulders and pulling the child back against her.
“You are so definitely welcome,” Jennifer said, grinning up at her aunt with a mischievous smile.
“Have you been talking to True?” Evie asked with a big dollop of suspicion.
“Nope.”
“Amy?”
“Nope.”
Evie saw the sparkle of amusement in her niece’s eyes and narrowed her own. “Faith?”
Jennifer’s eyebrows slowly crept up towards her hairline. “A little,” she said, but it was how she said it as if she’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar that caused the warning bells to go off inside Evie.
“Of course you have,” Evie said, taking a mental note to have a few choice words with Faith.
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“Okay, here’s something,” Faith said, running her finger down the computer screen and finding a listing for a ship that had been noted as wrecked off their little coast. “The Seahawk was scuttled in a storm by the locals.”
“From what I’ve seen of the locals, sounds about right,” Nana said.
“Captain Jonas…”
“Oh, he wasn’t a Captain, too fancy, wouldn’t have been crew, had to be a passenger,” Nana said.
“I shall bow to your expertise of those times; after all, you were there,” Faith muttered.
“Heard that,” Nana grumbled.
“Just testing to make sure your hearing aid is working. Technology is a good thing, right?” Faith said, eyeing the passenger list. “I don’t like this funny writing.”
“It’s called penmanship. Would you like my glasses?”
“I’d like a magnifying glass and someone who knows calligraphy,” Faith replied. “Got it!” she said triumphantly. “Sebastian Thatcher and daughter Verity…”
“Oh, no,” Nana said. “No wonder he looks sad and salty – he has a daughter on that ship.”
“You think she got stuck in between veils too?” Faith asked.
“Maybe,” Nana said. “Where’s the wife?”
Faith eyed the screen. “No females listed apart from the child.”
“If the child is still on the ship, then she’s alone,” Nana said. “Let’s get to it; we must get her off there.”
“You want to bring another ghost to the guesthouse?” Faith asked, snorting a chuckle. “True is going to love that. Oh, no!”
“What?”
“Her age is listed as nine,” Faith said.
“Rescue mission,” Nana said. “I’ll get Sebastian; you get True.”
“Now?” Faith asked, closing her laptop. “The bar is full of tourists.”
“And they are all looking up at the sky,” Nana said. “And it’s getting darker by the minute. Nobody will notice.”
