“There’s loads of redheads in America,” I said. I picked up my phone and glanced at the display. “Oh, look at the time. Have to dash and get my beauty rest. Viv? Andre?”

As one, the three of us rose from our chairs. I noticed the May cousin was on her phone. Probably looking for the video. Ack!

“Good night,” I said. Viv and Andre repeated the sentiment and we headed for the door.

We reached it at the same time as Detective Stewart. He paused to study us.

“Retiring early?” he asked. I couldn’t tell if he was just being polite or if he was asking us the question with some sort of intent, as in, were we murderers who were skulking off to hide in our rooms after a big scene?

“It’s been a long day,” I said. There were no words for how desperately I wanted out of there and the good detective was standing between me and my escape.

“Ms. Parker, Ms. Tremont, Mr. Eisel.” Jenkins popped up in the doorway. “There is a gentleman here to see you.”

The three of us exchanged a glance. We weren’t expecting anyone.

“We discussed this, Mr. Jenkins. No one is allowed in the castle,” Detective Stewart said. He sounded annoyed.

“Ginger!”

I knew that voice. I glanced past Jenkins and there was Harry, striding toward me. I’d never been so happy to see anyone in my life.

Chapter 13

“You’ve infuriated Detective Stewart,” I said.

Harry shrugged. There had been a very tense discussion between them. Harry had kept Alistair on the phone during the conversation, with Alistair threatening all sorts of legal repercussions if the detective didn’t let Harry stay. Alistair’s argument was that we were mere bystanders of Dooney’s murder and with a murderer clearly still in the castle, our health and well-being were at risk. Surely, the detective didn’t want to jeopardize the safety of one of London’s most famous hat designers who was a favorite of the royal family, an up-and-coming photographer and an American whose demise might cause an international incident.

Detective Stewart reluctantly gave in and allowed Harry to stay. Viv beamed, quite pleased that her new boyfriend, Alistair, had been so effective. Because we now had another person to accommodate, Harry and I took Andre’s room while Andre stayed in my room so that neither he nor Viv would be alone. He said it was because there was a murderer in the castle, but I think it was mostly that he was afraid of the ghost of the McKenna bride.

“Fee, Nick, Alistair and I talked about it and none of us could relax, knowing that there was a potential murderer on the premises,” he said. “We argued about which one of us should come, but I won.”

“Clearly,” I said. He looked very proud of himself and I smiled. “How did you manage that?”