said Lieutenant Anita McElone. “How do I report that the chief suspects are ghosts?” True to her word, McElone had sent an ambulance, which had arrived within minutes of our discovering Bill Mastrovy’s body in my hallway. In that time, A.J. had seen the stab wound and fallen back on his chair, the Senior Plus guests (especially the Levines) had freaked out just a little—except Berthe, who said very calmly that we should wait for the police, and Jesse, who had suggested we put the movie back on until the cops came. Tony had thrown a blanket over Oliver’s head, presumably to block his view (despite the fact that he was fast asleep and stayed that way), and I had attempted to keep everyone calm—a losing proposition—while Paul had observed everything there was to observe in the hallway, Everett had taken on a security mission, blocking the door with a drill rifle he just happened to have with him (not that he could have stopped anyone and the rifle wasn’t loaded), Maxie had changed into a trench coat and a green visor, which she thinks makes her look like a detective, and Dad had suggested three different ways to get the blood stains out of the floor.
