“Morning Willa.” Hattie and Cordelia, in matching purple raincoats sauntered in. Cordelia had an extra Styrofoam cup, which she handed to me.

“Thanks.” I tipped the cup toward her, then took a sip.

The door opened again and in came Bing, followed by Josiah. I noticed they both wore trench coats, but that wasn’t unusual given the rainy forecast. Josiah shrugged his off and took a seat on the couch, rolling his sleeves up. His arms were not marred with scratches, which supported my theory.

Josiah was not the killer.

Bing sat on the couch next to him. He didn’t remove his raincoat. I glanced nervously at the big ring on his hand.

“I heard about the break-in at your place.” Bing turned concerned eyes on me. “Are you okay?”

“News travels fast. I’m fine.”

“And Pandora?” My heart warmed at the genuine concern in Hattie’s voice.

“She’ll be fine,” I said. “Doc Evans is just watching her for another night.”

“Oh, good,” Hattie and Cordelia said in unison.

The door opened again and the four gray heads swiveled to see Augusta enter, her brows raised in question.

“Hi, everyone,” Augusta turned to me. “I got your cryptic message. What’s this about?”

I took a deep breath. “I think I know who Lavinia’s killer is, and I’m going to prove it right now.”

Augusta raised her brows.

Hattie and Cordelia gasped.

Bing frowned, his bushy white brows practically covering his eyes. “Now, Willa ….”

Josiah cocked his head, rubbing his chin. “You don’t say.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a wispy swirl starting to form at the end of the cookbook aisle. Figures, Lavinia would show up now when I didn’t need her.

I turned away from Lavinia’s ghost in time to see Augusta roll her eyes at me.

“Willa, how many times do I have to tell you not to investigate on your own? If you have a theory about the killer, you should tell me and let the police do the proper investigation.”

The door jingled open, saving me from having to answer, and everyone turned to see Derek Bates step inside the shop.

Lavinia’s ghost was doing her best to distract me. I could see her out of the corner of my eye down at the other end of the store where she was gesturing and gyrating. You’d think she’d be happy I was getting ready to unmask her killer, but instead she looked concerned. I turned my back on her.

“Hi, everyone.” Derek scanned the group uncertainly before resting his gaze on me. “Willa, you said you have a book for me.”

“Hi Derek.” I avoided his question. “I think you know everyone here.”

“Umm … yeah.” He made a face and pushed a lock of hair back from his forehead, revealing the gray streak. “What’s going on? Where’s the book?”

“There isn’t any book,” I said.