“This isn’t a horror film,” I said.

“No, it’s worse,” he said. “There is an actual murderer in this castle and I, for one, am not rushing to meet them.”

“The sooner the case is solved, the sooner we get to leave,” Viv said.

Andre raised his hands in the air in exasperation. “Do not come at me with logic.”

Viv laughed. She leaned forward and said, “The castle is huge. Why don’t we split into two teams and try to cover as much area as we can?”

“Excellent,” I said. I pointed to everyone’s plates. “Fortify.”

*   *   *

“Waverly Castle is four stories,” Harry said. “I think we should just divide the floors. Ginger and I will take the odd floors, and you two take the even floors.”

We were standing in the lobby of the castle. He handed a visitor’s map to Andre, who studied it for a moment and said, “Oh, Viv, we get the music room and the conservatory, oh, and the rose salon.”

“Yay!” Viv said. “One question. What do we do if we find Sunny?”

“Call us, and I’ll come talk to her,” I said. “You have your cell phones?”

They both nodded.

“Let’s plan to meet back at our suite at noon if no one finds her,” I said.

Viv and Andre nodded and headed for the stairs. I turned to Harry and said, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“We start in the library?” he asked.

I nodded. He took my hand and we strolled through the magnificent castle, past tapestries and portraits and rooms filled with furniture that was centuries old. How many butts had sat in those seats over the years? It boggled.

When we reached the hallway that led to the library, I noticed a constable was standing in front of the door, which was closed.

“I think they’re guarding it because it’s a crime scene,” I said. “What do we do?”

“Follow my lead,” Harry said. He raised his free hand and greeted the constable. “Hi, we were told the library was down this passageway, but we haven’t seen it. You don’t happen to know where it is, do you?”

“Sure I do,” the man said. He was middle-aged and his uniform looked like it had seen better days. I suspected he’d been on the job for most of his adult life. “It’s in there.” He hooked his thumb at the door behind him.

“Oh, thank you, that’s convenient,” Harry said. He began to walk around the constable to the door.

“Oy!” the constable shouted. “You can’t go in there. I’m guarding it, yeah?”

“Oh.” Harry looked confused. “Why?”

“Because there was a murder done in there,” the constable said. “Or at least, that’s where they found the dead guy.”