"I thought we'd have some drinks tomorrow, before everyone started leaving. Sort of an end of shooting in Petaluma party." Even in Costa Rica, Tinkie was the perfect hostess. She thought of the things I should have done. As a failed Daddy's Girl, I was smart to have partnered up with her. Graf had also been pulled into her plans. "I told Tinkie I'd man the grill. Maybe some shrimp and steaks. This place is paradise, and we need to bid it farewell in style." Graf was so handsome, it hurt to look at him. He'd become the man I needed him to be. "That sounds like fun." I was still trying to accept that we would leave this house without resolving the mystery of the ghostly presence and who'd been hurting my friends and the crew. "And the best news is that Chablis may be able to be here with us," Tinkie added. "The doctor said if she continues to heal at this pace, she'll be released tomorrow afternoon." "That's wonderful!" I grabbed my friend and almost picked her up in a hug.
