Free Haunt Couture and Ghosts Galore by Rose Pressey

solved a case.”
    I waited for someone to pick up, but after several rings it went to voice mail. I left a message, but I was sure I wouldn’t get a call back and even if I did there was no telling how long it would take. I knew that the designer was a busy woman.
    â€œNo answer,” I said, feeling a little discouraged. “If I can’t get through on the phone, I will have to find another way.”
    â€œThat’s the way to do it,” Charlotte said.
    I was glad they had confidence in me. They certainly had more in me than I had in myself. I suppose that was something I needed to work on improving.
    I typed the search for Meira Mora’s information into my phone and strolled through the findings. Hannah was supposed to model for the designer Meira Mora. There were a lot of articles on her designs and where to find her items. But halfway down the page I found something that could definitely be of use.
    I glanced over at Charlotte. “Hmm. That’s interesting.”
    â€œWhat did you find?” Sam leaned forward in the seat again.
    â€œApparently, she is making an appearance today in Atlanta,” I said.
    â€œSo we can just swing by?” Sam asked.
    I scoffed. “Well, it isn’t quite as easy as that, but I guess we can go. What’s a couple more hours, right?”
    â€œNow you’re thinking the right way,” Sam said.
    â€œGreat. A road trip,” Charlotte said.
    I shoved the car into drive and pulled out onto the highway. “If we are going all the way to Atlanta, then I am going to need music.”
    â€œYou mean our sparkling conversation isn’t enough?” Charlotte tried to look offended.
    I reached for the knob on the radio. “As wonderful as you both are, you aren’t as much fun as Elvis.”
    I got lost in the music for a while and hadn’t even noticed that Charlotte had switched seats and was now with Sam in the back. I didn’t even want to know what they were talking about back there.
    Once I made it to Atlanta, I forgot how much I hated driving through the traffic. I followed the signs while Sam and Charlotte tried to tell me how to drive. Finally, I reached the mall where the Saks Fifth Avenue was located. I circled the parking lot until I found a space and then hopped out of the Buick.
    â€œThis is exciting,” Charlotte said.
    â€œYou’re just excited because we’re going into Saks.” I adjusted the purse strap on my shoulder as I walked along.
    She grinned. “Well, you’re probably right about that. I won’t deny it. The things are just so pretty. Can we go through the handbag section?”
    â€œAs much as I’d love to, we’re not here to shop,” I said.
    She sighed. “If you can’t help out an old friend.”
    â€œWe’ll see what we can do, okay?” I asked.
    â€œPlease.” She smiled.
    Sam stared straight ahead as if we were on a military mission. He was all business at the moment and couldn’t care less about shopping.
    Once we stepped inside the store, I spotted the sign that featured Meira Mora and where she would be appearing.
    â€œIt’s going to be a little strange talking to her about this, don’t you think?” Sam asked.
    â€œYes, I’m sure it will, but she won’t be able to hear you all, so it’s up to me,” I said as we moved along.
    â€œYou’ll do fine,” Charlotte said.
    After making our way to the back of the store, we found the table where the designer sat.
    I stopped in my tracks. “Whoa. I hadn’t expected to see this many people here to see her.”
    â€œShe must be popular,” Sam said.
    â€œWhat do I do now? I can’t wait in that line,” I said.
    â€œI think you have no choice.” Charlotte gestured.
    I pushed the hair away from my face. This was going to be a long day.
    â€œMaybe I can get her attention and she’ll talk to me,” I