Page 51 of Ghostly Bother
"Miss you too," Lance whispered. "You'll stay tonight?"
"Yeah, I will." Angus smiled. "We'll work this out."
"You're back." Eden rushed through the wall and came to a stop near the table. "What have you found out?"
"Girl, do you have no respect? They were sharing a moment." Cel waved her hands at Eden. "Give them time."
Cel had taken an instant dislike of Eden once they'd met. When Bethany and Betty had come back, they'd all come inside to talk, and Cel learned firsthand what a pest Eden could be. Cel being blunt had called Eden out of every rude remark, every interruption, and had made it very clear she didn't like her. Lance enjoyed that.
Eden being Eden had ignored Cel and acted as if she hadn't heard a thing the woman was saying, just as she was doing now. "What's the big information?"
Cel interrupted. "Go wash. Dinner is almost ready. We can talk after we eat."
Lance paused and repeated what she'd said.
"Actually, Cel, I would like to speak to Eden first if dinner will hold a bit." Angus moved from Lance's side. "Take a seat Eden, we have some stuff to discuss."
Eden frowned but sat down at the table. "I've told you everything I know."
Lance fell into his normal habit of repeating what the ghost said.
"Did you?" Angus asked as he and Franks sat down at the table. "Did you know your sister was having an affair with your husband?"
Eden's eyes went wide, and Lance was pretty sure if she wasn't already sitting, she would have dropped down.
Eden shook her head. "I had no idea. Do you mean they've gotten together since I died, or that this was happening before I was murdered?"
Again, Lance repeated what Eden asked.
"You tell me," Angus said. "It seems to have been going on for a while. How close were you and your sister?"
Eden shrugged. "As close as any siblings. We got along okay. Had fun when we were together. We didn't share my husband if that's what you think."
Betty stood by the sliding door that led into the backyard. "Not sure what I walked in on."
Lance gave her a shrug as he repeated what Eden told them.
"We've figured out where the money you were accepting as bribes went." Franks stared at his notebook. "Seems your sister has been buying a lot recently."
Eden sat motionless as she stared at Franks.
"She's not responding to that," Lance told them.
"I'm not surprised. I think Eden's been hiding a lot to protect her sister. We've got the money trail, and now we are putting together the murder." Angus stared hard at the place where he knew Eden was sitting. "Your sister killed you, didn't she, Eden?"
Lance sucked in a breath. It couldn't be true.
Eden stared back, but Lance saw her slightly slump in the chair.
"What's her reaction?" Angus asked.
"Still giving you a death glare, but she slumped a bit when you accused her sister," Lance told him.
"Because it's true, isn't it? You've known all along who killed you. You wanted us to believe it was one of the business owners you were working with. You hoped your sister would get away with it. My question is, why? Why would you protect someone who killed you?" Angus leaned back in his chair.
Eden dropped her head down as if resting it on the table for a moment, then looked back up. "I don't know why she did it, but I knew the second I saw the scarf around my neck she'd done it. I wasn't wearing a scarf that night. I'd loaned that one to Rachel about a week before I died because it matched one of her dresses. She knew Michael would identify it as mine because he was the one who gave it to me. I wore scarves a lot. Nobody would question me having it on that night."
Lance told Angus word for word what Eden said.
