“Red,” I stood to greet her. “You look stunning,” and it was true, she did.I retook my seat and, with a smile to acknowledge my compliment, sh... sat down next to me.“You okay?”“Yeah, I guess,” she replied. I turned to smile a weak smile at her, I understood her melancholy. It was a year today since we killed the slut … an unbelievable passage of time that somehow made the whole thing seem surreal. It was why Red and I needed to meet here, today … so that we could remember, together.“How’s the. The two-story home with an attic had a second-floor patio with iron latticework that spanned the front of the house. It was built in the New England gothic style. It was one of many structures built in the gothic style in the little town and I was fortunate enough to buy the one with a hidden history.“Well, you men loving ghosts, here I come,” I said as I stepped on the porch and unlocked the front door. I walked in and sighed with the knowledge I was in possession of my own home. Looking. "How do I know you'll remain silent if I let you watch us?" Gwen asked.Alex swivelled in his computer chair and faced her."Have I ever lied to you?" he asked.Gwen had to admit that he had never lied to her. If he promised her anything he always came through. It took Gwen a second to gather her strength before she spoke again."If you are so deadset on watching us then you should know that Sheri is coming over Friday," Gwen said slowly.Alex almost jumped out of his chair to embrace his sister as. She knew whom to blame for this but not how to get the woman in front of her to back away before she got hurt.“What’s your name, officer?” Ms. Morgan asked her, sounding very professional and direct.Dalton’s brow furrowed at Ms. Morgan’s reference to her title. “Dalton,” she said calmly.“And which county do you report to?” Ms. Morgan asked.Dalton studied Ms. Morgan. “Who are you to demand that of me?”Oh boy. A pissing match of who has authority over whom.“My name is Linda Morgan,” Ms. Morgan.