“Back to the U.S.A. for Halloween, eh?” Adair asked.
“No!” they told him in unison, and Cheyenne laughed andexplained. “Costa del Sol. Vacation!”
“Ah, lovely,” Birmingham said.
The men had agreed to take a minute for a cup of tea and afew sandwiches before moving on. There was still paperwork to be done, a pressconference to be held, and convincing the public that a vampire had not beenroaming around Highgate.
“Well, like, you know, don’t you? There’s far more than oneEnglish accent,” Eric teased in a funny tone, perfectly mimicking a valley girlaccent.
“And yet we all say ‘vampire’ just about the same way,”Emily noted. “When chasing one and not fooling around, anyway.” She shivered.“I can’t believe it’s really over.”
“It’s really over,” Birmingham told her. “And please forgiveus. But we did follow whatever leads we could find.”
“You’re forgiven. I got to see my cousin and meet Eric!”
“Such a loss…all those women. Did Brighton and Bower reallygo so crazy because they had their feelings hurt somewhere along the line?”Eric asked.
“Clark Brighton? I think he truly is a narcissisticpsychopath with no sense of empathy whatsoever. A man who enjoyed what he didjust to see if he could do it. He fell in with Mark Bower—who was bitter.Sheila was, sadly, the final straw for him. The men met and discovered theywere a lethal pair. As to the whole of it, we’ll be sorting it out for a longtime. I mean, we still don’t know why they chose you as their scapegoats. Whythey tried to set you up. But we have some time to get to the bottom ofeverything. I seriously doubt that either of them will ever see the outside ofa prison again,” Birmingham assured.
“We’re getting commendations,” Adair said. “They belong toyou two, as well.”
Andre shook his head. “We followed your leads. And, hey, analliance is always best, right?”
Birmingham laughed. “Ah, bloody hell, I guess we do best nowwhen we get along with the colonials, right, Michael?”
“Yes. And we thank you,” he said.
“We thank you,” Cheyenne assured him. “Oh, and forthe tour, too.”
“I guess if all else fails, I could be a guide,” Birminghamsaid with a grin. “Glad you enjoyed it.”
He stood, and Michael Adair stood with him. The two headedout.
When they were gone, Emily asked anxiously, “Are you leavingright away? One more dinner would be lovely, and I’m sure the flights in themorning—”
“We’re having dinner here, Emily,” Andre said, interruptingher. “But,” he added, looking at Cheyenne, “we have to go out for just a few minutesthis morning. We’ll pop by the hospital quickly after, then come back fordinner and the night. We’ll take off in the morning.”
“Lovely!” Emily said.
Cheyenne thought she knew where Andre wanted to go, and shewas right.
They paid their fee and wandered into Highgate Cemetery,just strolling along, admiring the beauty of the foliage and the tombs.
“I hope we see her,” Cheyenne said.
“We will,” Andre said with assurance.
And they did.
They were alone on the trail when they spotted her, LadyElizabeth Miller, heading their way, a smile on her face.
“I wish I could hug you!” Cheyenne told her.
“I shall try to hug you!” the ghost said.
Cheyenne saw her move and felt a cool breeze as the ghoststepped up to her, trying for a warm embrace. It was a little chilly, in truth,but…
“How was that?” Elizabeth asked.
“Lovely. The best ever. You saved my life,” Cheyenne said.
“Ah, well, you saved that poor Edith. I only pointed out apossible weapon and saw Mark Bower heading for the tomb later. Andre would havefound the entrance eventually, with or without me—”
“I don’t know how a banker got a gun in England, but he hadone—and it was aimed right at my heart. Andre told me you were there just intime,” Cheyenne said.
“You were,” Andre agreed.
“So, I did save a life!” Elizabeth said happily. “I saved alife!”
“Two lives.”
Cheyenne noted then that Elizabeth wasn’t alone haunting thecemetery.
When she looked back to a rise where a multitude of crookedheadstones came down from a mausoleum, she saw several shadowy forms in allmanner of dress, spanning many decades.
“I think your friends want to congratulate you,” Andre said.He waved to the small crowd of spirits, blowing a kiss.
She headed up the hill.
Andre smiled at Cheyenne. She grinned in return and took hisproffered hand.
Together, they walked out of Highgate.
Envisioning the Costa del Sol beaches.
* * * *
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