Natalie had to believe him. Not only was he her boyfriend, he was a doctor and the founder of the Human Institute—also known as the cadaver lab—located next door.

As much as she wanted him to be mistaken, in spite of the certainty evident in the tone of his answer, chances were slim to none that he was wrong about this.

Surrounding her and Liam and the bone, the usual cast of characters from Natalie’s daily life had assembled.

There was Harper, a local author who was Natalie’s friend and ad hoc marketing adviser. Jules, the shop’s part-time employee. Jules’s constant companion Taco the chuhuahua whose bad habit of digging around the old train depot that housed the shop was responsible for the discovery of the femur.

And then there was Gabe—the reason her life had gotten weird enough that Natalie barely blinked over the human remains currently sitting next to the cash register in her shop.

After wrapping up her phone call to the local Mudville sheriff’s department, Harper lowered her cell phone and moved closer to the group. “John answered the phone at the sheriff’s department. He said Carson’s already in town so he should be over in a couple of minutes.”

Natalie took the opportunity to pin Harper down about what she’d said earlier. When Jules had walked in the door, bone in hand and Taco at her feet, Harper had said something to the effect of oh, no, not again.

Pinning her with a stare, Natalie asked, “What did you mean when you said, not again?”

“Last year some human bones surfaced in the pig pen at Morgan Farm,” Harper began. Ignoring the fact that news had Natalie pressing three fingers against her lips to hold down the nausea that image caused, she continued, “Turns out one of the local women tossed her husband in the pig pen rather than pay for a burial.”

“No! That’s sick,” Jules said.

“Well, he had died on top of his mistress so…” Harper bobbed her to the side with a half shrug.

Liam nodded. “Mmm. Can’t really blame her then, can you?”

“Oh, God,” Natalie groaned from behind her hand as visions of what pigs could do to a human body filled her mind and turned her stomach.

Liam pulled her closer and rubbed her back. “Just breathe, baby.”

“So maybe it’s the same kind of situation here,” Harper suggested. “Just someone improperly disposing of a body. Illegal, yes, but nothing sinister, like murder.”

“That would be preferable, I guess.” Natalie had had her fill of murder last year when she and Liam had come face-to-face with the man who’d killed Gabe. “But who does this bone belong to?”

Natalie was asking the invisible Gabe specifically while pretending to question those in the room in general.

“Nobody I know of,” Gabe answered as the living people, unaware of his ghostly presence, spoke over him.

“Maybe forensics can do DNA testing?” Jules suggested.

“The sheriff’s department will look into local missing persons cases, I suppose,” Harper posseted.

Liam, the only other living human who knew about Natalie’s recent ability to communicate with ghosts, shot her a questioning glance.

In response, she shook her head, the smallest of shakes so no one else would notice, to indicate Gabe didn’t know to whom the bone belonged.

There were other resources at her disposal, of course. Those being the other ghosts in town.

One glance out the window told her that word about the bone had already spread to the local spirit commuity. The sidewalk in front of the shop was teeming with the curious dead of all vintages. Some more newly deceased like Gabe. Others, judging by the style of their clothing, had been around for centuries.

Thankfully they were all adhering to her rule that no ghosts, save for Gabe, could enter the shop without her invitation.

They remained outside but, like a scene from a horror movie, the hoard of dead peered at her through the front windows. The sight was enough to send a shiver down her spine even after months of her reconciling the fact that this was now her life.

Liam held her a bit tighter.

She tore her glance away from the ghostly gathering outside. But the fact remained there were so many, one of them had to know something about this bone. Or know someone who knew something.

With the deputy sheriff on his way and Harper and Jules by her side, Natalie couldn’t make the inquiries personally right now, but Gabe could.

“Maybe we could ask around?” she suggested pointedly with a glace at Gabe that hopefully no one else noticed. “See if anyone knows anything. Remembers anything.”

Harper bobbed her head to the side. “I mean I know the old biddies in town are nosy and it seems like they know everything about everyone but I would think if one of them knew about a body buried behind the train depot they would have said something about it before now. But actually, now that I think about it, it was Alice Mudd who figured out the identity of the bones in the pig pen.”

At the second mention of the other bones to turn up just last year, Natalie drew in a breath.

Mudville, at first glance, seemed like a sleepy village. A place where the sheriff’s department spent more time enforcing the pooper scooper law than investigating real crime.

Apparently, appearances could be deceiving.

She turned to shoot another glance at Gabe. “So asking around could help.”

He sighed as if he had something better to do, which, as far as she knew besides eavesdropping on her and her living friends, he didn’t.

“Fine. I’ll go ask around,” he grumbled.

“Thank you—” Immediately realizing her mistake at responding to Gabe, whom only she could hear and see, Natalie stumbled to add, “All of you. Thank you for being here…for me…and the bone.”

Liam cocked up a brow and sent her a glance that told her he knew she’d screwed up.

At the same time Gabe shot back, “Nice save, Nat.” Then, with a chuckle, he walked right through the door.

As if her day hadn’t been complicated enough, she saw past the press of nosy ghosts peering in her window that Deputy Carson Bekker’s car had just pulled up in front of the shop.

“Your friend is here,” Gabe said with a good done of sarcasm before popping just his head back outside.

“Great.” Natalie let out a sigh.

“What?” Harper asked as Jules sent Natalie a questioning glance.

“Um…” She stumbled to explain her outburst. All she could manage was to point at the front of the shop. It had been a long day.

“Ah. Bekker’s here. Natalie and the deputy have a bit of a history,” Liam said, coming to her rescue. With one brow cocked high he shot Natalie a glance, “She did call him to report my being a serial killer right after I got to town.”

“In my defence, you had multiple dead bodies stored in your warehouse. I mean who does that?” Natalie asked as she turned to the other females in the room for support.

“How about a cadaver lab?” Liam offered.

“Both valid points,” Harper said, playing referee.

Liam leaned in and kissed Natalie’s cheek. “Just teasing, babe. And don’t worry. I’ll talk to Bekker. You stay here with the evidence.”

“No. Not evidence. There could be a perfectly logical and legal explanation—” Natalie called at Liam’s back.

They’d already solved Gabe’s murder together. She wasn’t up for another one so soon.

“Sure. Whatever you say.” Liam smiled then turned to open the door and head out as Jules bent to grab and pick up Taco to prevent him from scurrying out the door after Liam, who was one of the dog’s favorite humans.

The sea of ghosts, unseen to everyone but Natalie, parted to make room when Liam met the deputy on the sidewalk. The two men had no idea dozens of spirits pressed closely around them.

A shiver ran down Natalie’s spine in spite of the heat pumping out of the old train station’s big cast iron radiators. She was used to Gabe, but she might never get comfortable with the sheer number of spirits that liked to gather near her at times such as this.

“Don’t worry. Carson and the county coroner will get it all sorted out,” Harper assured.

Natalie wasn’t certain she wanted it sorted or that she wanted to know who that bone belonged to and how it got to be there buried on the property she’d purchased last year.

And that was before Harper’s cell vibrated with a text that had her saying, “And the LADS are up to take on the case. Agnes offered to host everybody at our place tomorrow night. Six-thirty.”

Afraid to ask, Natalie did anyway. “The lads?”

“It’s short for the Mudville Ladies Amateur Detective Society,” Jules answered. “My grandma belongs to it along with her friends.”

Natalie felt her brows rise at that information as she pictured the LADS, a bunch of granny amateur crime fighters.

Harper must have noticed her reaction and laughed. “Attending their meetings is an experience, I’ll admit. You up for it?” she asked Natalie.

“How could I refuse?” Thinking they might need help getting through this meeting, she asked, “Should I bring wine?”

Harper delivered a single enthusiastic nod. “Most definitely.”

“Jules, you want to come?” Natalie asked.

A wide-eyed expression of horror crossed Jules’s face. “Uh, no. You two have fun though.”

Yup. That’s about the reaction Natalie expected from her eighteen-year-old employee. She’d probably get the same one from Liam.

She and Harper might be in this thing alone. The sole attendees of this LADS meeting who were under age fifty.

Hell, they’d probably be the only ones below seventy, which might be a good thing for their investigation if the bone were of the same vintage and not more recent. She could only hope.

And just when she was feeling a little better that she could see a path forward to, with the help of the locals and their knowledge of the history of the town and the people in it, solving the mystery of the bone in the backyard, Liam opened the door.

“Hey, babe. Bekker wants to bring in a crew to dig and look for more bones on the property. You okay with that?”

She could say no but he’d probably just get a warrant and do it anyway. And then she’d look like she was hiding something. She did want to landscape the side yard anyway, eventually. Might as well let them do it.

After drawing in a breath and bracing for the possible discovery of the full skeleton, she forced a tight lipped smile and said, “Sure.”