Sam delivered Cass’s third cup of tea and studied the small portrait of Xavier on the booth table, the one she’d rescued from the bunker. The café was filling, as if everyone waited for a verdict from the mayor’s office, although Sam couldn’t imagine what they expected. Gump was dead. Who would admit to murder once they had a suspect? But she worried about Walker. He needed his ghosts laid to rest.

“The ghosts don’t go away,” Mariah said, as if reading her mind. She stopped by Cass’s booth to deliver one of Dinah’s sugary confections. “We either let them haunt us or set them free.”

“I thought you set them free,” Sam said, not baiting her but genuinely curious.

She wanted to see if she had a future with Walker, but if he had to return to LA, she had to decide how to shape her life. Somewhere along the line, she had quit thinking of returning to teaching. This town was very much part of her plans. She needed to know more about its inhabitants.

“I can only free the lost spirits with no connection to the living. Walker’s father isn’t hanging around. He’s almost past the veil, which is why it’s hard to reach him. It’s just Walker who needs to let go.” Mariah walked away to serve another customer.

Cass ran her fingers over the portrait on the table. “Sometimes, it’s memories we need to let go. It’s hard to tell the difference. Have you let Jade and Wolf go yet?”

Sam shook her head. “I won’t forget them. I am what they’ve made me. But if their spirits exist, I don’t want them hanging over my head, worrying about me. They deserve to leave this mortal coil for whatever lies ahead.”

“Yes, it’s easier to accept the memories once they’ve passed,” Cass said. “I loved your father like the child I never had, but I’m hoping he’s in a better place. It’s the memories of people who still live, the missed chances, the paths not taken, those are harder.”

Dinah shouted an order, and Sam left Cass to her thoughts. She wondered if there had once been anything between Cass and Xavier. It seemed hard to believe, but looking at the old portrait, she could tell Xavier had once been a handsome lawyer, and Cass had been a lonely widow.

The news that the meeting in the mayor’s office had broken up spread like a ripple in a pond. Heads came up. Eyes turned toward the door. Even Lance was here, ignoring his meal, studying the mural, and listening.

The paintings, the glowing crystals, and the conflicting energies were all part of the mystery surrounding Hillvale, a mystery Sam longed to unravel, along with finding her birth mother. But right now, she just hoped Walker had found the answers he needed.

Xavier was the only one to enter the café. That seemed to be enough for the waiting Lucys. Dinah sent him to sit with Cass and took over his favorite omelet. Mariah brought him his coffee. Valdis slid into the seat with Cass. Chatter died except for the few Nulls who had no idea anything unusual was happening.

“The Evil has one less soul in its possession,” Cass told Xavier in a quiet voice that wouldn’t normally have carried. The rare stillness gave it weight. “Sam brought you this.”

She’d done what? Sam had to drift over to see what she’d been guilty of doing. Cass was simply pushing the portrait toward Xavier, who looked at in puzzlement.

“Maybe it isn’t crap,” Lance murmured on the other side of her. “The red is gone, isn’t it?”

Sam reached over his shoulder to fill his water glass. “Daisy said the eyes had once been red in the painting and now they’re not.” She didn’t know if Lance knew about Daisy’s shelter or if she should mention it. “Does the corruption eventually fade?”

“Usually not,” Lance said sadly, still gazing at the mural. “Sometimes, we can only cover it up. I’d like to think corruption can be cured.”

She wasn’t certain they were talking about paintings any longer. She cast a glance at the faded mural and hoped Elaine would be able to come up and look at it soon. “All we can do is hope to make the world a little better place with each day.”

Lance snorted. “That’s what the peace and love hippies said, and now they’re as corrupt as the rest of the world. Maybe I should start believing it’s in the soil.”

She patted his shoulder. “Or the soul.”

In Cass’s booth, Xavier was tearfully studying the old portrait. She hoped they were good tears.

He looked up as she refilled his water glass. “I found the heirs to Ghostly Grace’s property,” he told her, as if this had been the topic of discussion all along. “They want to rent it out.”

“The ghost house, the one with the roses?” she asked, trying not to think this was a sign from above. She didn’t want to be a superstitious Lucy, but. . .

“We told him to look,” Cass said with a hint of dryness. “Miracles do occasionally happen with a little work. Are you staying?”

“I don’t know,” Sam said honestly. “I want to, I think. But I need more to occupy me than filling water glasses.”

Valdis held up hers for filling. “There will be. Now that you’ve come home, the town has potential. Stay awhile and help us find it.”

Sam looked out the plate glass window to her beautiful blooming flowers—and Walker crossing the parking lot. Long and lean and the strongest man she’d ever known, aside from Wolf. Walker had character. Could she give him up for potential?

Walker entered the café, hoping for a cup of coffee and a quick word with Sam before heading back down the mountain to talk to the sheriff. But the entire population swiveled to watch him enter. Were they expecting him to report confidential police information?

Of course they were. Ignoring their expectant faces, he walked up to Sam and kissed her cheek. Before he could ask for it, Dinah handed him coffee in a thick paper cup and shooed him out.

“Go, take Sam with you. They can all hold their curiosity like normal people.” She emphasized the last while glaring at the Lucys.

“Have you taken up mind reading?” he asked her, before tugging Sam outside and around the corner where the entire town population wasn’t watching.

Sam wrapped one arm around his waist, so as not to disturb his coffee, and kissed him, not questioning, not demanding, just holding him. She offered him a peace he’d never be able to find in the city. But he had so many obligations. . .

“Are you okay?” she asked.

He sipped his coffee and thought about it. “I think so, yeah. My father knew he was in a dangerous business. It wasn’t as risky as police work, but he didn’t have to come up here personally. He came anyway. We all make choices.”

He could feel her nod against his shoulder, again accepting, not questioning. “Wolf didn’t have to be a pilot. Jade didn’t have to fly with him. But a bus could have hit them on the road.”

They weren’t just talking about their parents. He had to let Davy and his guilt go as well. He was human. He couldn’t relive what was done.

“We can only take so many precautions,” he agreed. “Hillvale has potential,” he added tentatively, sounding her out.

She giggled and turned laughing sapphire eyes up to him. “Valdis just said the same.”

“Damn, I hate sounding like a Lucy,” he muttered, watching her expression. “Are you agreeing with her?”

“Oh, I’m agreeing with you, of course,” she said, airily waving her hand. “And me,” she admitted. “I kind of like it here. Even if it’s on the verge of ripping apart, the town grows on you.”

“Like fungus, yeah. Monty is aware the town is dangerously divided. He wants to avoid any further violence by holding a referendum to see if they’re willing to hire full-time law enforcement. It’s not healthy to have to wait half an hour or more for the county to respond.” He let that sink in while he sipped his coffee.

Her eyes widened, and he could swear he saw hope in them.

“Xavier just told me Grace’s cottage is for rent, the one with all the flowers and roses,” she offered, definitely with hope in her voice.

“The one with ghosts?” Walker thought about what they were discussing—life in a town that believed in ghosts.

“Spirits,” she corrected with a half smile. “Or maybe I can prove there is some kind of physical energy in the vortex creating illusions, but I definitely want to work with the energy of the earthquake fault. Potential.”

“I have a corporation I have to hand over,” he reminded her.

“And I have a mother to find, plus Elaine Lee said she’d be up to look at Dinah’s mural, and then I want to experiment on crystals. . .”

He grinned, understanding that this town was as important to her as his career was to him. “I can only do so much from a laptop. We’ll have to take this slow. You need to stretch your wings and find your path.”

“What, you’re not going to keep me in a million-dollar mansion and give me a BMW?” She kissed his cheek and snuggled closer.

“I have a BMW. And a mother. And a raft of employees. And a house I’m dreading returning to. It’s complicated.”

She laughed. “I have Valdis and Cass and an entire town of ghosts. How complicated do you like it?”

Walker lifted her up and kissed her thoroughly. “Samantha Moon complicated, that’s how I like it.”

She wrapped her arounds his neck and showed him just how uncomplicated she could be.