He had seen a freaking ghost. Well, okay, he hadn’t seen it, but he had heard it and watched it open doors. What the hell was going on in this world? Maybe it was a trick. Maybe Mary had lured him into her house and had the whole thing set up. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. Yeah, because that was a believable scenario. He tried to read the reports on his desk, but his eyes would blur and he would be back in her kitchen again. Watching the door open and close. Hearing the sounds of footsteps on the stairs. Something happened in that house that he had no logical explanation for and it left him feeling unsettled. Mayor Hank Montague, Bradley’s boss, poked his head into the office. “Hey, Alden, can I talk to you?” he asked. Bradley sat up in his chair and motioned to the seat on the other side of the desk. “Sure, Hank, what can I do for you?” The Mayor was a slight, dapper man with thick dark hair, a well-manicured moustache and piercing blue eyes. He took pride in his appearance and, Bradley thought, he considered himself quite a ladies’ man.
