The birds sing, the sun sparkles on the river behind the mansion, and my smile can’t possibly get any bigger. I am the proverbial white knight, the female version, riding in to save the damsel in distress. “Yes, Mrs. Hunt,” I will tell her. “Yes, I will get rid of the ghost who is haunting you.” And she will be grateful to me and pay me more than any knight has ever been paid. For the next few days, I will be the person I most want to be. I tell myself it doesn’t matter that the whole thing is a con. I almost believe it. Mrs. Hunt, a seventy-year-old woman who could easily pass for fifty, opens the door and smiles at me. “I’m Holly Daye from Harvest One. You called me about a haunting.” “Oh, yes, Ms. Daye. Thank you for coming all this way to help me. Please come in.” I follow her inside and scan the foyer for my partner, Tyler, but don’t see him. He was supposed to open all of the cupboard doors and drawers in the kitchen, so maybe he’s still busy with that. Tyler’s been dead for a year and my partner for ten months.
