“Fine.” How the man could be hungry when there was a mystery to be solved and lives to be saved, I had no idea. I lifted one of the pasties onto my plate and stabbed it with my fork. I took a bite and—oh, my. It was so good. They’d stuffed the delicate pie pastry with rosemary-seasoned chicken and chunks of potatoes. I thought I might swoon.

“I told you so,” Harry said.

I waved my fork at him. Whatever.

“I’ll go visit Piper,” Viv said. She glanced at Andre. “Will you be okay by yourself? I know you were about to go take more pictures.”

“Me? Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

We were all silent and he rolled his eyes.

“Ghosts don’t come out in daylight,” he said. He paused and added, “Right?”

“Absolutely,” I said. “Strictly a nighttime thing.”

“One hundred percent,” Harry said.

Andre visibly relaxed in his seat. “I suppose I’ll go take pictures then. Meet you all back here?”

“Definitely,” I agreed. “Keep your phones with you, in case something happens.”

I didn’t say what might happen. I didn’t need to. There was a murderer among the guests and “something” was definitely code for another murder.

Viv left and Andre followed soon after with his camera. When Harry and I finished our meal, he asked, “All right, where did you want to go?”

“The veranda,” I said. “There was a lot happening right before I found Dooney in the library, and I want to see if I can remember anything suspicious.”

“Solid plan,” he said. “Let’s go.”

There were more guests moving around the castle today. Mercifully, I did not run into the May cousins from Yorkshire. If the salty one had placed me as the party crasher, I didn’t want to have to explain myself.

We arrived on the veranda. The sun was warm and the breeze was light and cool. The gardens were bursting with blooms. It was a picture-perfect day for a wedding. Poor Piper. I had no idea how she was going to come back from this.

“Describe the evening to me,” Harry said.

So, I did. I pointed to where different people had been standing, the music, the bars, the atmosphere of celebration. I mentioned that Dooney and his best man, Quentin, had disappeared from view and were smoking at the bottom of the terrace steps behind the bushes. Piper had seen them sneak off and looked furious with Dooney. According to Viv, he’d promised Piper he’d quit.

Harry nodded. “That description fits. Piper could always be very exacting in getting what she wanted.”