“Thank you.” I held out my glass to toast her, then took a sip. “You can mix your own,” she said to Alaric, then took her seat on the couch. “When do you think this ghost lived?” “During your lifetime.” “I don’t remember an older man dying while I was here. A young woman, yes. But not an older man.” I blinked at her. That was it? “Is there anything else you want to ask me?” She sipped her martini. “Yes,” I said.
