All Dressed Up and No Place to Haunt by Rose Pressey

me.
    Alice laughed.
    â€œWe were just playing with the cat,” I said.
    Technically, that wasn’t a lie. Just not the whole truth.
    â€œHow are you?” I surreptitiously shoved the cards toward Heather.
    I knew Dylan wasn’t back for more shirts. Wind Song was pawing at Heather’s hand as she was trying to gather them up. Dylan looked over at the counter.
    â€œAre you giving the cat a reading?” he asked Heather.
    Heather smiled. “As a matter of fact, I was. You should come in and let me do a reading for you too.”
    The corner of his mouth twisted up into a grin. “Maybe I’ll do that sometime.”
    Heather placed the cards back in her bag, and Wind Song jumped down. I’d have to give her an extra treat later.
    â€œDid you come back for more shirts?” I asked, mainly to change the subject.
    He chuckled. “No, I’m sorry. I love the shirts though.”
    So why was he here? Did he have more news about Preston? He stepped closer to the counter. Was he about to share confidential information?
    Dylan ran his finger along the fabric of a shirt, as if he needed time to form the words in his mind. “A man was here to speak with you. His name is Ken Harrison.”
    I nodded. “Yes, he’s the lawyer for Preston.”
    â€œThat’s him. So he came in to talk with you?” he asked.
    â€œYes, he was here.”
    Dylan looked concerned. Was I not supposed to talk with Harrison? I couldn’t imagine why not. He’d seemed like a nice man, not to mention good-looking too. Not that I’d noticed much. Wow. Two gorgeous men in my shop in as many days. I was lucky.
    â€œWhat did he say to you?” Dylan asked.
    â€œHe wanted to know what I saw on the morning Nicole was killed. I told him about the argument and then when I found Nicole at the pond. That was about it.”
    Of course that was all that I remembered. I didn’t mention to Dylan and Ken that I’d picked up a ghost that day too. That wasn’t as easy to explain as a simple argument.
    â€œDid he ask any more questions?” Dylan studied my face.
    I shook my head. “No, I can’t think of anything else.”
    It was hard to remember every detail.
    Dylan looked around and then met my gaze. “You know, you don’t have to talk with him.”
    I waved my hand. “Sure, I know. But he seemed nice enough. He said he was new in town.”
    Dylan leaned his elbows on the counter. “He is. I don’t know much about him.”
    Something told me that Dylan would be looking into him more now. He might feel as if the lawyer was messing with his case against Preston, but that was what he’d been hired to do. Ken wanted to clear his client as a suspect.
    â€œIf he comes back in, will you let me know?” Dylan asked.
    â€œOf course,” I said.
    â€œThis is getting interesting,” Alice said as she eyed Dylan.
    I couldn’t help but glance at Alice. Dylan noticed my expression. He looked beside him and then over his shoulder.
    â€œThe cat was moving,” I said, trying to explain away my odd behavior.
    He nodded. Obviously, he believed my explanation.
    â€œThanks for the information, Cookie,” he said.
    â€œI want to help if I can.”
    Dylan smiled. “I appreciate that.”
    Dylan turned to walk out the door, but then looked down at Wind Song. She meowed at him.
    He turned to face me once again. “Is there anything else you want to tell me?”
    Was he talking about the cat and the tarot cards? Maybe I was just being paranoid.
    â€œNo. I can’t think of anything else.” I tried to act casual.
    He looked at Heather, and she fiddled with her love beads. I knew she was thinking the same thing.
    â€œI think he’s onto you. Next thing he’ll be suspicious of you talking to ghosts,” Alice said.
    I had a feeling he was already thinking I was a little off my rocker. Now was definitely not the