minute. I've gotten this story from two sources now, and wouldn't mind having your version."
"I can't add much. The boys wanted to sleep out. God knows why as it was hot as hell and buggy with it. But boys do like to pitch a tent. As I wanted to be able to keep an eye on things, and hear them, I closed off my room, and did without the air-conditioning so I could have my doors open to the outside."
"We were right in the yard," Harper objected. "How much trouble could we get in?"
"Plenty, and as events proved just that, it was wise of me to sweat through the night. Once they settled down, I drifted off to sleep myself. It was Mason screaming that woke me. I grabbed my daddy's pistol, which in those days I kept on the top shelf of my bedroom closet. Got the bullets out of my jewelry box and loaded it on the run. When I got there, Harper and David were carting Mason, and his little foot was bleeding. I had to tell them to hush, as they were all talking at once. Took the baby in, cleaned up his foot, and saw it was going to need stitches. I got the story on the way to the hospital."
Mitch nodded, then looked up from his notes. "When did you go to the carriage house?"
She smiled. "First light. It took me that long to get back, settle them all down."
"You take the gun?"
"I did, in case what they'd seen was more corporeal than they'd thought."
"I was old enough to go with you," Harper objected. "You shouldn't have gone out there alone."
She cocked her head at him. "I believe I was in charge. In any case, there was nothing to see, and I can't tell you if I felt anything, genuinely, or if I was still so worked up I thought I did."
"What did you think?"
"That it was cold, and it shouldn't have been. And I felt . . . it sounds melodramatic, but I felt death all around me. I went through the place top to bottom, and there was nothing there."
"When was the place converted?"
"Oh . . . hmm." She closed her eyes to think. "Around the turn of the twentieth century. Reginald Harper was known for wanting the latest things, and automobiles were one of them. He housed his car in the carriage house for a time, then he used the stables for them, and the carriage house became a kind of storage house, with the gardener living on the second floor. But it would've been later, more like the twenties, I think, before it was done up as a guest cottage by my grandfather."
"So it's unlikely she would have stayed there, or visited the gardener there, as those dates are after first sightings. What would've been kept in there while it was an actual carriage house?"
"Buggies, some tack, I suppose. Tools?"
"An odd place for her to go."
"I always wondered if she died there," Harper commented, "and figured she'd let me know once I moved in."
Mitch's attention sharpened on him. "Have you had any experiences there?"
"Nope. She doesn't have much to do with guys once they pass a certain age. Hey, it's snowing."
He popped up to go to the window. "Maybe it'll stick. You need me anymore?" he asked Mitch.
"Not right now, thanks for the time."
"No problem. Later."
Roz shook her head as he walked out. "He'll head right outside, try to scrape up enough for a snowball so he can throw it at David. Some things never change. Speaking of David, he's making chicken and dumplings if you'd like to stay, wait for this snow to peter out again."
"It's a foolish man who turns down chicken and dumplings. I've made some progress, if elimination is progress, the last week or so. I'm running out of candidates, those who're documented, in any case, for Amelia."
She wandered to his work board, studied the photos, the charts, the notes. "And when you run out of candidates who are documented?"
"I start looking outside the box. Off topic, how do you feel about basketball?"
"In what way?"
"In the going to a game sort of way. I scored an extra ticket to my son's game tomorrow night. They're playing Ole Miss. I was hoping I could talk you into going with me."
"To a basketball game?"
"Casual, lots of other people, a specific form of entertainment." He smiled at her easily, when she turned back. "Seemed like a good place to