“I, uh, not particularly,” I said, feeling my cheeks burn.

“Well, if the mood ever strikes, you’re welcome to borrow any of my books. Living in a town like Evenfall, I think it’s in your best interest.”

“I’m sure you’re right.” I sat on the sofa and reached for the teacup Mr. Henderson indicated was mine.

“Now, what brings you over this late?”

I took a long sip as I considered how I was going to handle this. As a general rule I didn’t like lying, but given the circumstances, I thought I could forgive myself just this once. “This is a little embarrassing.”

Mr. Henderson perked up with interest.

“The other day, you mentioned something about seeing a ghost?”

“Yes?”

“I think I may have seen one too.”

My neighbor’s teacup rattled in its saucer. He put it down quickly. “I knew I couldn’t be the only one.” His eyes twinkled with excitement.

“I didn’t say anything when you first brought it up because my aunt was with me. She doesn’t believe in those sorts of things.”

“I understand. Izzy is a very sweet lady, but not everyone is gifted with the ability to see what’s right in front of them.”

I choked a little on my tea. “Excuse me.” I was a bad witch. Very bad. “Anyway, the night Constance Graves passed—”

“Terrible tragedy that. The police told me they were looking into the circumstances of her accident. They made copies of some of my security files. Although I don’t see how that will help them figure out how she fell.”

He obviously hadn’t heard all the talk about Constance’s death being suspicious. It would only be a matter of time, but for now, that suited my purposes just fine. “It was that night that I saw . . . what I saw. It’s hard to describe exactly.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. It takes a trained eye, my dear. A trained eye.”

“Could you tell me again what you saw that night?” I asked as sweetly as I could. “It might help me be sure I’m not imagining things.”

“Certainly.” He nodded sagely. “Well, like I said, it was a woman. Of that I’m sure. She was very beautiful, with long dark hair. She also wore a flowing white robe that trailed to the grass. She glided across my lawn to yours. I bet you saw her right after I did. She would have floated right through the bars of your fence.”

“Was any of this caught on your security footage?”

He shot me a look that spoke to how adorable he thought I was in my ignorance. “You should know, my dear, ghosts are far too smart to be caught on any recording devices.”

“Oh, of course.” It was in fact impossible for ghosts to be caught on camera.

“But,” he said, holding up a finger, a sly smile on his face. “One of the cameras did manage to catch the corner of her gown.”