“Thank you for your time, ma’am,” Wunder said. It was very obvious to him that they were going to have to figure out another way to get what they had come for. “Let’s go, Faye.”

“Public information is public information.” Faye’s voice was even louder, faster, shriller. “You have no right to keep it from us.”

Eugenia looked back up from her computer. Her grimace-grin had become a scowl. “Here’s some public information for you: Graveyards are not playgrounds. It seems to me that you and your friend Mr. Ellis have an unhealthy obsession with death, and I certainly will not be contributing to that.”

“You are discriminating against me!” Faye screeched.

“You lower your voice, young lady,” Eugenia said.

“You are making judgments about my character and my life choices based on my outward appearance! Based on my clothing!”

“Of course I am,” Eugenia snapped. “What are you thinking, dressing like that? And that eyeliner. You look absolutely ridiculous!”

Faye smacked a gloved hand onto Eugenia’s desk, her ridiculously lined eyes blazing. “Here’s some public information for you—we are trying to uncover a very significant miracle. A possible resurrection! And you—you don’t know anything about miracles. You don’t know anything about mystery. You don’t know anything about cloaks! Et cetera!”

“Come on, Faye,” Wunder said. “Let’s just go.”

Eugenia had gotten to her feet. Her hands were on her hips, and she was emitting bright pink waves of fury. “What I do know is that you two better show your little selves out of this town hall before I have to call security and have you escorted from the premises!” She jabbed one pink-nailed finger in Faye’s direction. “You need someone to get you in line. And you need to get to know the Lord!”

“I already know the Lord,” Faye replied. “And if you really knew anything about Him, you’d know that He likes miracles too. And probably cloaks! Robes, for sure!”

“Faye, come on!” Wunder managed to pull Faye toward the door by the much-discussed cloak. He yanked her outside, into the late-afternoon sun.

“Can you believe that woman?” Faye cried, stomping past the fountain. “She’s supposed to be a public servant. And a Frankenstein bat? That doesn’t even make sense!”

“You are wearing black gloves. And a cape—I mean, cloak.”

“I’m a student of the paranormal!” Faye yelled. Then she flipped her hood over her head.

She was under there for quite a while, but when she came out, her face had relaxed into its usual deadpan expression. “I guess we know what we have to do,” she said.

“We do?”

“Break in,” Faye said. “Steal the record.”

Wunder shook his head. “No, Faye. We can’t do that.”

No matter what he believed or didn’t believe, the law still mattered. Breaking and entering would never be okay.

“Wundie. Listen,” Faye said. “You want to figure out who put that memorial stone there, right? If it’s someone with the same name as your sister or someone doing it in honor of your sister or—”