Katie sat in the library, tablet in hand. Since her original search, she had found hundreds of websites devoted to the supernatural—werewolves, vampires, and ghosts. She had also found several sites on witchcraft, and spellcraft.

She was surprised to find pictures of carved wooden statues that looked strikingly similar to Mrs. Barrington's art pieces. The internet said these things were protection fetishes. The mother and child symbology was a particularly powerful enchantment—the kind that Mrs. Barrington had placed all over her house.

It raised so many questions in Katie's mind. If Diedre Barrington was a witch, and filled her house with spells, as Ravensong Music claimed, then what about the housekeeper's other statements? Was Grandma also a witch? Was that why she could appear to Katie as a ghost? Was it Mrs. Barrington's ghost that was calling to her since the first night she had arrived?

What about her strange dreams? Was Grandma communicating with Katie by dreams? Because, if that were true, that someone could speak to a person in their dreams—to warn them, the comfort them, to inform them—what else could they do? What did that say about her other dreams—the ones about Adrian Chesterfield? They had only spoken once or twice, and yet he spoke to her so familiarly, so intimately, as if the bond they had experienced in her dreams was a real thing. Did he experience her dreams, too? And if so, what did that mean? Was Adrian a witch?

And what about Delia? Katie at the table and the drawing the little girl had made. There was no doubt that rabbit was Grandma Fluffbottom. How would Delia know that Katie had been dreaming of Grandma? Or that Grandma had given her the rabbit? How could a child be a witch?

She looked up just as Walter entered the room and looked around.

"Mr. Barrington." She swiped the screen shut and placed the tablet over Delia's drawing. "I didn't expect to see you here."

Walter looked a little awkward and lost, such a change from his normal confidence. He hesitated just inside the door, then took a few steps in. It was as if he didn't know where to go or what to do in his own house. "I just came by to observe the children at their lessons. If that's okay, Miss Gallagher?"

"Of course. They've gone to brush their teeth after breakfast and make their beds, so they should be right down." She stood and approached him. "But aren't you needed at work? Especially... I mean..."

Walter nodded and his lips twisted down. "You mean now that Carlee is..."

"... is not there." She gave him a sympathetic smile. "Your employees will be looking to you for support."

"Yes. I suppose so. It's just..." He shook his head sadly. He looked as though he were on the edge of breaking down. "I know they all think I did it."

"Of course they don't!" Katie touched his arm. Walter was such a strong man. He had continued to run his company and raise his children after his wife's death. That took a lot of spiritual resilience. It was disconcerting to see him so beaten. "Why would anyone think such a thing?"

"I'm sure Marcus Jones has already questioned my office employees about me. Just like he interrogated you and Bill yesterday." Walter sat in a chair, defeated. "Who knows what they must think?"

Katie sighed. Poor Walter. She had to do something, but what could she do? Maybe Bill was right. Maybe they should just try and find evidence that shifted the blame to Davicus? Even if Davicus were not guilty of all of the murders, he was, after all, a vampire. He had surely been responsible for at least some of them. Maybe then, with Officer Jones on the trail of another suspect, Walter would not feel so much pressure.

"I know you're not asking for my opinion, but I think that's all the more reason to go to the office. You should show everyone that you have nothing to hide. You're not guilty, so why should you let them treat you that way?" Katie sat down across from him. "Besides, you're the boss. Don't you have a responsibility to your staff to make sure they are supported? Isn't it better that they hear the truth from you, rather than be left to wonder and believe rumors?"

Walter seemed to draw strength from that. He drew a deep fortifying breath and nodded. "You're absolutely right, Katie. I am the boss. I'm going to go to the office, just like any other day. I was just being selfish, wallowing in self-pity."

"Well, I think that's a little harsh." Katie smiled. "There has been enough stress to go around."

"Besides, it's not fair for me to dump all the work onto Adrian." Walter stood and straightened his tie. "That man has been incredible, Katie. He has really stepped up and learned to manage the business as well as anyone."

Katie's smile deepened at the mention of Adrian Chesterfield. She thought of his hand, brushing against hers as he took her phone to give her his number. She thought of his warm caress on her shoulders as he placed his coat around her, of his deep, masculine voice telling her to call him for anything. She snapped herself out of it before she could start to think of the Adrian from her dreams—which may or may not be just dreams.

"That's good to hear." She said, as mildly as she could. "It's important to have someone you can trust."

"I'll see you later tonight, then." Walter turned, just as Clarissa entered. He hugged her tightly. "Clarissa, you're looking so much better!"

"Thanks." She shrugged out of his embrace, in typical teenager fashion. "Shouldn't you be at work?"

He smiled. "I'm on my way now. Just checking in on everything."

Clarissa shrugged and smiled. "It's all good, Walter."

"Very well then." Walter smiled at his daughter. "I'll leave you to Miss Gallagher's care."

"Everything will be fine." Katie assured him.

"Yes, I think it will." He agreed. Then he frowned a little. "Have either of you seen Bill? I told him I would need him to drive this morning. I can't believe that lazy drunkard is still asleep!"

"Maybe he's just tired?" Katie tried to cover. If Bill were still asleep, that meant he had spent the night digging up Arabella's bones. Did he finish? Was this over?

"We're all tired." Walter grumbled and left the room.