“What are you talking about? He didn’t tell me he saw you.”
“I didn’t say he saw me. I said he knew I was around. I didn’t intend to be seen. Not yet.”
“Why not?” Olivia demanded, annoyed with him.
“I had to be sure he’s the one,” Marcus said.
“The one what?”
“Who could really help. I mean, if they’d just sent you a facts guy, we’d be in trouble. But I think he does believe you, and I know he can see and feel and sense what’s there—and what’s not.”
“You might have introduced yourself at the end, Marcus. And how will all these abilities actually make a difference? You weren’t killed by a ghost—were you?”
“No,” he said. “Someone flesh-and-blood killed me. But...now I’m sorry I asked for help. I want the killer caught and the truth exposed, but I hadn’t—well, I hadn’t recognized the danger I was putting you in.”
Now Marcus was telling her she should be afraid, too!
“So,” Marcus continued, “you have the agent here. He’ll investigate, and you just need to keep quiet from now on. If they say I fell back into drugs, let them say it.”
“Isn’t it too late?” she asked him. “They’re already saying it. And move, please. You’re blocking the refrigerator.”
“I can’t really block it,” he said, but he moved aside.
She reached in and brought out a head of lettuce, shaking it at him. “And quit appearing and disappearing.”
“All right. I’d, um, give you a hand if I could. Since I can’t...I’m going to go prowl around the Horse Farm and see what I can learn.”
Olivia set the lettuce on the cutting board and looked at him. She’d been about to warn him to be careful. She managed to refrain.
“Marcus, why do you think someone wanted you dead?”
“Let’s see. I wasn’t blackmailing anyone. I wasn’t sleeping with anyone’s wife. I wasn’t dealing drugs and I hadn’t robbed any banks. I’ll be damned if I know, Liv.”
“The property?”
“The Horse Farm is nonprofit, and while the management remains in the hands of Aaron Bentley, there’s nothing to be gained by my death. Oh, well, there are specific bequests in the will, but nothing anyone would kill for. Anyway, I’m off.”
“Are you coming back?” she asked him. “I’m so jumpy I actually wouldn’t mind having you around.”
“Keep everything locked up, like the fed told you.”
“But will you be back?”
He smiled. “Of course I’ll be back. I intend to watch out for you through the night.”
Sammy whined and Marcus leaned down to pat his head. Olivia thought the dog couldn’t possibly feel his hand.
And yet it was as if he did.
Then, just like Dustin Blake, he left through the back.
Except that Marcus didn’t have to open the door.
*
Dustin walked back to Willis House and entered his room by the private door. He put through a call to Malachi and told him he’d been to see Olivia and they’d talked about Marcus Danby. “Do you have anything more on the situation, or on Danby?” Dustin asked.
“Nothing that would explain why anyone wanted the man dead. The property is really only worth anything with a functioning business, and the business only functions if the Horse Farm is successful. The land is valuable to an extent, but there are acreages of similar land if someone was looking to buy, and some of it’s for sale. I don’t think anyone’s crawling out of the man’s past—the Horse Farm isn’t a rehab facility, it’s a therapy center. On paper, there’s nothing our people have been able to find. How is Olivia?”
“She’s fine. I’m sure she’s called you.”
“Not since you’ve been there,” Malachi said.
That was a surprise.
“She was asking about you coming out.”
“I need to handle this delicately. If local law enforcement believes we’re trying to home in on their territory, it could get dicey.”
“Right. Well, as far as I know, law enforcement considers his death an open-and-shut case.”
“What do you think?”
“I think your cousin has spoken to a ghost and that the ghost knows he was murdered,” Dustin said flatly.
“Tread carefully.”
“I intend to.”
“And keep an eye on Liv for me, will you?”
“I’ll do my best.”
They rang off. Dustin figured that since he hadn’t eaten, he might as well go to the diner again. He just might pick up something more than dinner there.
The house was silent as he headed out. The other residents were either gone or in bed. He locked the door behind him, and as he did, he realized Coot was sitting in his usual rocker on the porch.
“Hey, there, Coot,” he said.
“Howdy. Nice night.” Dustin heard the sound of Coot’s rocker moving back and forth.
“I thought I’d go to the café for a bite to eat. Do you want to join me?” Dustin asked.