watching as Glen returned to the guard’s table where the other two still were asleep.
“Because I wonder if she’s a student at Boise State, and what her major is.”
Chapter 8
Angie didn’t go back to sleep. She stayed up with Felicia and they talked about everything and nothing as they kept their eyes on Glen and Sara. When Estebe woke, they filled him in on their suspicions. He glanced around the room. “I’m uncomfortable having our team sleeping when we know there is a murderer in the room. I know I suggested it in the first place, but maybe we should waken them and talk to Hope?”
Angie shook her head. “Right now, it’s all speculation. I guess a crime scene tech might be able to prove that Glen’s fingerprints were on the knife, or that Sara wore the executioner’s hood, but right now, it’s all suspicion.”
“So what? We’re just going to tell the cops our theory?” Felicia snorted. “I don’t think they care about reasoning. Pat’s dead and Marty is probably going to be charged with his murder.”
“I think that’s the plan all along. Sara needed a job that would be interesting for Nick in the area. He was talking about starting a traveling paranormal podcast with Jamie and Liz. If they had a spot here, he wouldn’t pass up working at one of the most haunted sites in Boise. And she wouldn’t have to leave the area.” Angie paused, her eyes brightening. “We need to hold a séance.”
“You have got to be kidding.” Felicia touched Angie’s forehead. “No fever so why are you talking crazy?”
“We need to get everyone together, then we can force Sara or Glen to confess.” She tapped the table. “It’s the only way. And if I bring in the info we got from our friendly ghost, it should throw them off guard. Especially if we focus on Nick being the killer.”
Estebe nodded. “Then Sara will say something stupid to save him?”
“What? That plan worked on all the Scooby Doo mysteries.” Angie grinned. “And if it doesn’t, it passes the time and the cops will be here to take over. It’s a win, win.”
“Unless Glen gets worried and kills you.” Felicia pointed out.
“If we’re all together, he’d have to kill everyone. This keeps us all safe. We’re each other’s witnesses.” Angie shrugged. “Anyone else have a better plan? If not, go wake the others, tell them what we’ve got going, and I’ll get the rest of the cast in on the play. If anything, it won’t be boring.”
When Angie crossed the room, she started with Liz. Liz and Jamie believed in the supernatural so they would be the easiest to convince and might even have some experience running one. Angie hadn’t guessed wrong.
“OMG. Why didn’t I think of that? You are brilliant. We need to hurry because as soon as the sun rises, Lyda will be gone until next year. She probably knows who killed the guard too. Ghosts have more information than we do. They see everything.” Liz shook her husband. “Go wake everyone. We’ll set up on the long table in the middle of the room.”
Angie let Liz take the lead. That way, she could watch how everyone reacted. As she’d suspected, Sara was hard to convince but Nick pulled her along. When Jamie got to the guards’ station, he used their knowledge against them.
“We need you all to verify the facts. Sometimes people try to use these situations for their own gains. If one of us is a murderer, they could twist the history and pretend to have a message from the other side. You all know the history of at least this place. You can keep this honest.” Jamie pleaded with them. “And it keeps us all busy until the doors open. It’s kind of your job, man.”
Angie saw the calculations running through Glen’s head as he decided how to play this twist. She wondered what he’d call Jamie. A persuader?
Within twenty minutes, the stage was set. They were all gathered around the table. Liz opened the discussion with a call for them all to join hands and for the spirit world to open its doors. “If anyone has had a visitation this night from a spirit, please tell us the message you received.”
“I got a message.” Angie spoke calmly. “Lyda visited me through the body of my friend, Nancy.”
“What are you talking about?” Nancy shook her head. “I don’t remember this.”
“You were probably in a dream trance.” Liz quietly explained. “Let