Make the Ghost of It (Witch Woods Funeral Home Book 3): (Ghost Cozy Mystery series) by Morgana Best Page A

that he suspected that Simon Smarts was involved in the embezzling.”
    “Do you have any proof of that?” Brand asked him.
    “Not yet,” Basil said, “but after probate, I’ll be able to get my hands on all the documents, and the evidence of the embezzling will no doubt be there.”
    Detectives Brand and Swan looked at each other, and then looked at me. “And what is your business in this?” Brand asked me.
    “I was at Basil’s office when Simon Smarts came and made an offer to buy Lewis’s business from Basil,” I said evenly. I felt guilty, although I had no idea why. Perhaps it was my surroundings.
    “What’s the name of this accounting firm?” Brand said.
    “ It’s Accrual World ,” Basil said.
    “What!” Brand said, and then he chuckled. “How do you spell it?”
    “I’ll write it for you,” Basil said. He was clearly frustrated. He wrote on a piece of paper and then pushed the paper over to Brand.
    Swan leaned over Brand’s shoulder and sniggered. “I didn’t know accountants had a sense of humor.”
    Basil shrugged, but I could tell he was irritated. I had no idea if they were taking our information seriously. I expect they thought that Basil was trying to push the suspicion onto someone else.
    “Look, I know you think it was me,” Basil said. “It wasn’t me, but I don’t expect you to believe it. At least I hope you will follow up on this lead.”
    “We’ll do what we have to do, and we won’t discuss it with anyone,” Brand said firmly, with a tone that bordered on rude. “Do you have any other information for us?”
    Basil shook his head. “Just what we’ve just told you. The night before he was murdered, Lewis told Simon Smarts that he had uncovered evidence of embezzlement in his firm. Lewis told me that he suspected Simon. Also, Simon didn’t go to Lewis’s memorial service, but he came all the way to Witch Woods today just to make me an offer on Lewis’s firm.”
    Detective Brand stood up. “Thanks for the information. We’ll look into it.”
    And with that, we were dismissed.
    When we got outside, I put my hand on Basil’s arm. “Don’t worry; I think they did take it seriously, even though they didn’t want to let on.” I expected Basil to disagree, but to my surprise he did not.
    “You know, they were treating me differently in there, and I don’t think it was just because you were with me. Maybe they now suspect someone else.” He sighed. “I hope that’s not just wishful thinking on my part.”
    I suspected it was just wishful thinking. I had only made that comment to make Basil feel better. It seemed to me that the detectives had Basil firmly in their sights.
    “I’ll take you home,” Basil said, opening his car door for me.
    The ride home was spent in silence.
    I wondered if Basil would come in, and hoped it wouldn’t be awkward. However, Lewis solved the dilemma for me. He was standing outside the entrance to the funeral home, waving his arms at us. It was quite unnecessary—who would overlook a ghost?
    Basil and I wasted no time hurrying over to him. “What is it?” Basil asked him.
    “I have some urgent news. I wanted to tell you what I overheard at the police station, but I didn’t want to appear to you in front of the detectives, in case you stared at me and they thought you were insane. Also, I didn’t want to appear in the car, in case you ran off the road.”
    Basil was clearly growing impatient. “Well, what is it, Lewis?”
    “I’ve spent the last couple hours following the detectives around, listening in to what they were saying.”
    “They no longer think it was me?” Basil said hopefully.
    I held my breath, waiting for Lewis’s answer.
    “Oh, they think it was you, all right,” Lewis said almost gleefully. “But they are looking at all the other suspects.”
    “Well that’s good. I suppose,” I added lamely.
    Basil shot me a half smile, and then addressed Lewis. “Do you have any specific news, or did you just come