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She lifted her shoulders in a shrug and turned toward the house.“What can I say? My sources trust me to protect their confidentiality and anonymity and I owe it to them to respect that.”

“Of course you do,” he grumbled as he fell into step beside her. He looked down when he saw movement and started. “You brought your cats along?”

“Always.”

He shook his head.“You are one special cookie, Odelia.”

She hooked her arm through his.“But you like special cookies, right?”

He eyed her warmly.“You know I do. Now let’s catch ourselves a prowler, shall we?”

They arrived at the house and Odelia watched her cats sneak around the back. A sliver of fear suddenly settled around her heart.“So how do you want to do this?”

“Very carefully,” Chase said, and peered into one of the windows on the ground floor. “I don’t see a thing.”

“Maybe they’re upstairs.” Or maybe they left already. Or maybe her cats were delusional.

Chase moved to the front door and studied the lock for a moment. Then he took a small pouch from his pocket and extracted a metal tool that she seemed to recognize from her frequent visits to the dentist. Chase inserted it into the lock, then added a second metal tool and messed around with them for a while. The door suddenly clicked open and they were in.

“I didn’t know you burgled houses for a living!” she whispered as they stepped inside.

“Back when I was employed by the NYPD I had a buddy who was a converted crook. He taught me a few tricks of his trade. You never know when this kind of stuff comes in handy. Like now.”

“Can you teach me?”

He grinned.“If you teach me about women’s intuition.”

“I can’t. It’s called women’s intuition for a reason.”

“So it’s like some kind of secret only shared by women, huh?”

“Something like that.”

They both took out their smartphones to light their way, and quickly inspected the ground floor but found it to be completely deserted. Odelia sniffed the air, and thought the house smelled an awful lot of pot, for some reason. She noticed Max gesturing at her through a half-opened window so she opened the window further and let him in.“Remember what I told you,” she said. “No looking for food. Only clues.”

“Clues, yes. Food, no. Gotcha.”

She followed Chase up the stairs, going from room to room. With two bathrooms and six bedrooms, the place was pretty expansive, and they’d finally reached the master bedroom when both their beams of light fell on a lone figure asleep in the bed. They halted in their tracks.

“What the…” Chase muttered. He held up a hand, balling it into a fist in some kind of Special Forces command, and proceeded further into the room, Odelia hanging back. She saw that he’d drawn his gun and was pointing it at the intruder. She just hoped it wasn’t Donna’s ghost because shedidn’t think ghosts responded well to gunfire.

Chase had reached the bed and was staring down at the sleeping figure, a frown creasing his brow.

“Who is it?” she asked from the door.

He beckoned her over, holstering his service weapon. And as she joined him, she saw the figure was a woman, dressed in a long, flowing white robe, barefoot and with long dark hair. And it definitely wasn’t Donna Bruce.

“She looks familiar somehow,” said Chase. “Like I’ve seen her before somewhere.”

And then it dawned on her.“But that’s Zelda Yoke. The actress. She starred in thoseStar Cars movies. Remember? Where a bunch of cars turn out to be these big robot warriors, fighting other big robot warriors in space. She made a bunch of those.”

“I remember. Weren’t she and Donna Bruce locked in some kind of rivalry?”

“They were. Donna starred in the more popularStar Rigs franchise, where a bunch of trucks turn out to be big robot warriors, fighting other big robot warriors in space.”

As the leading ladies of the two nearly identical franchises, the two stars fought a bitter battle for years. Finally, Donna retired from the franchise and acting to focus on her website, and Zelda’s star had faded away when the fifth and final movie in theStar Cars series bombed at the box office.

Chase shook the woman’s shoulder and she stirred, smacking her lips. “Donna? Is that you?” she murmured. When she opened her eyes and saw two strangers staring down at her, she yelped in sudden fear. “Who the hell are you?”

“Hampton Cove Police, ma’am. May I ask what you’re doing in Donna Bruce’s bed?”

The woman blinked.“Why, Donna invited me, of course. I’m her starring guest.”

“You are aware that Mrs. Bruce passed away this morning, ma’am?”

“Of course I’m aware Donna passed away. Why do you think I’m here?”

“You mean she invited you before she died?”

“No, she invited me after she died. Told me to come to her home and get in touch with her spirit.” She sat up, a glazed look in her eyes. “Donna and I have always had a very strong connection. Sisters from another mister is what we were. Kindred spirits. So when she died I felt a very powerful disturbance in the force and I just knew I had to come here.”

“I’m afraid you’re trespassing, ma’am.”