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couldn’t tell if she was going to attack me or what.
    When Sandra reached us, she stopped. “I am here for the tour.”
    Was she serious? Based on the scowl on her face I supposed she was.
    “Okay, well, here’s your flashlight.” I handed it to her.
    Sandra grabbed it from me and flicked it on. She shone the light right in my eyes. I threw my hand up to block the blinding glow. Finally she lowered the light, but she didn’t apologize. Probably because she wasn’t sorry. I wanted to ask her about the tour tickets, but I was also nervous to bring it up. I’d told Brannon about it, so I was sure he would look into it. As I led the group around to the tavern, I kept watching her out of the corner of my eye.
    We made the regular stops on the tour. The group was pretty quiet and that was fine with me. Sandra was making me uncomfortable and I wasn’t sure I even felt like talking right now. I would just continue the tour and get it over with.
    I went through the motions and hoped that they didn’t notice that I was a bit preoccupied. I didn’t think anyone could blame me for being distracted though. I had a crazed woman following me around. That was unsettling. I peeked into the tavern to see if I could spot Tammy, but she wasn’t in sight. It was hard to see through the crowd. For a second I thought I spotted Cady at the bar. Maybe my mind was just playing tricks on me. I wished that Tammy could join me so that I wasn’t alone with Sandra.
    Sandra remained silent during the tour. With every move I sensed her stare on the back of my head. Every time I looked back she was staring at me. If she had something to say then why didn’t she just say it? I was curious what her motivation was for being here tonight. I was sure it wasn’t just for the tour. She had another reason that she just wasn’t telling me. I was almost afraid to find out. Did she want to ask me about the murder? I had a few questions to ask her, as a matter of fact.
    Once we reached the graveyard again, I knew that we would have to go in. I would have to face the spot where Hank had been found.
    Maybe the best thing to do was to just avoid the area where the crime had taken place. We would keep to the other side and maybe walk down the middle a little bit. I guided the group into the cemetery and so far everything was fine.
    When I looked back to see what Sandra was doing, she wasn’t there. I had no idea where she had disappeared to, but I had a feeling. When I looked over to the older section, she was headed that way. I had to stop her. I hurried through the stories and instructed everyone that we would be going back to the entrance.
    We turned back around to head to the front, but Sandra was behind me again, just like when she’d appeared out of the fog. I knew I’d seen her walking toward the older section. How had she gotten back over here so quickly? She had just reappeared like she was one of the ghosts.
    A chill whirled around us and that owl hooted again from the top of that old oak tree. It was as if he wanted to be a part of the tour too.
    Since Sandra had returned, I decided to take the group around just a little more of the graveyard. They had paid for the full tour, and it shouldn’t get cut short just because of Sandra.
    Illumination from the moon cut through the thick cover of darkness. It helped that I knew the graveyard like the back of my hand. I guided the group around the tombstones, successfully avoiding the scene of the crime. Then I steered them back toward the entrance. Usually I enjoyed telling stories, but tonight I was just glad that it was finished. Now maybe Sandra would go away and stop staring at me.
    “Are you going to tell them about what happened the other night?” Sandra asked in a loud voice.
    I wished she hadn’t said that, although surely they had heard what had happened. Nevertheless, I wanted to remain silent on the subject. I would ignore it and see what happened. Maybe she wouldn’t bring it up again.