And there was Jimmy who looked kind of like Angel on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Gosh, life was hard when you were eleven and had a strict father and a better-than-cute potential boyfriend who thought he was tough and grownup.

"Okay, I'll come."

"Let's leave our bikes here. We can move faster without them."

They hid their bicycles in tall grass beside the road. Now that they were out of sight of other houses, Jimmy left the flashlight on. They walked in silence for a few moments. Somewhere close by frogs croaked and a dog barked.

"Is that the dog you said was hanging around out here with the body?" Paige asked.

"No, it's Old Man Harker's basset hound Malcolm. I think that woman took the other dog. The one I told you was with Tamara's sister. Your dad called her Dr. St. John."

"Was she pretty?" Paige asked, wondering if her dad had been talking to the woman because she was pretty. She wasn't sure how she'd feel about that.

"I don't know if she was pretty. She was older, but not as old as my mom. Maybe the same age as Tamara."

Paige heard the little catch in his voice when he said Tamara. She also thought he looked like he'd been crying when he came to her house earlier to tell her about the murdered woman. She considered being jealous, but Jimmy couldn't possibly have thought of Mrs. Hunt as a girlfriend. He'd just liked her and he was sad that she was dead.

"Hey, there's the house!" Jimmy said.

Paige frowned. She couldn't see much except for a hulking shape in the dull moonlight. "What's so great about this place?"

"It's over two hundred years old for one thing. And there was a shipwreck right down the beach and Ariel saved three guys including Zebediah Winthrop, the captain. He was her lover. Anyway, the place is really big and there's this really cool little walkway that goes all around the roof-"

"A widow's walk!"

"Yeah. Ariel was up there watching for Zebediah when she saw the shipwreck. It's an awesome house, but the woman who owns it now is letting it fall apart and Ariel's mad so she's coming back to haunt it."

Paige grinned. "You believe this place is haunted by a ghost?"

"No, not me!" Jimmy answered quickly. "But people are scared of it so they stay away. That makes it the perfect place for a murderer to hide out. And just look how close it is to the Hunt house. Tamara must have come out for a walk and-" He drew a finger across his throat, made a slashing sound and a horrible face.

Paige cringed. "Why would somebody kill her?"

"Murderers don't need reasons," Jimmy explained in a worldly-wise tone. "They just enjoy murdering people. Take your serial killers like… um… Ted Bundy who killed hundreds of girls and Jeffrey something who cut off people's heads and kept them in jars so they'd never leave him!"

Paige's eyes flew wide. "And you think somebody like that is in Ariel's house?"

"Maybe. And I'm gonna catch him."

"You are?" Paige asked incredulously. "Jimmy, you're twelve!"

"I can still find a killer. I'd probably be even better at it than the police because nobody would ever suspect me. They'd think I was just a dumb kid." Paige frowned. This was pretty good reasoning. "Now are you gonna help or are you gonna stand here and act like a baby?"

"I'll help," Paige said resignedly, fearing that if she didn't add her own-common sense to this project, disaster could result. Jimmy might get murdered, too. She shuddered at the thought. Losing Jimmy would be like seeing a shining star blink out of the sky forever. "What do we do now?"

"Stakeout."

"But that could take hours. I can only stay for a little while."

"Fair enough. Let's get closer. We'll hide behind those bushes in front of the house."

Jimmy darted across the ragged lawn of the Saunders house, Paige hot on his heels. They dived behind the bushes, both panting. "Jimmy," she hissed, "what if the killer comes out? We don't have a gun or knife or anything."

Jimmy blinked at her for a moment. Apparently he hadn't considered this wrinkle in his plan. "Well… uh… we'll just have to make sure he doesn't see us. For now."

"What do you mean for now?'

"Shhh!"

Paige subsided unhappily. She had a bad feeling about this. A very bad feeling.

She peered between the bushes, trying to see the house more clearly. She couldn't. Even the crescent moon had vanished behind a drifting cloud. Shadows pooled around Ariel Saunders's long-deserted home. Jimmy said she haunted it. Paige believed in ghosts, this would certainly be the place for one. The big, old, musty house loomed over them, and Paige had the persistent feeling of being watched.

Something screeched not far away. She nearly leaped from behind the bushes. Jimmy restrained her. "That owl got a mouse," he whispered.

"I told you owls mean death."

They sat quietly on the ground for what seemed like an hour. When Paige looked at the luminous hands of her watch, though, she saw that it had only been fifteen minutes. Time seemed suspended. She smacked at a mosquito. Another bite to add to the five others that itched maddeningly. And she needed the bathroom. Bad.

Horror shot through her. What if her bladder gave way and she wet her pants in front of Jimmy? She'd die. Right on the spot her heart would stop from pure mortification and she'd keel over. Paige pictured herself lying pale and motionless on the dew-laden grass, her hair spread in a halo around her head, her white eyelids tragically shut forever… and a big wet circle on her jeans.

"Jimmy, I have to go home."

"Wow?"

"Yes, now." She couldn't tell him the truth. "If I get caught, I'll never be able to sneak out again-"

The sound of electric guitars tore through the black tunnel of night. Jimmy and Paige both jumped. Drumbeats seemed to shake the ground. Their gazes met. Music! Rock music crashed inside Ariel Saunders's dark, deserted wreck of a house.

Paige clutched Jimmy's arm as a young male voice sang with rock's intensity:

When night falls And the shadows call He hovers in the dark Hungering for your heart. Don't close your eyes He's watching for you.

Paige's grip on Jimmy's arm tightened. "Let's go," she quavered as the air vibrated around them.

He longs to take your soul And put it in the hole Deep down inside Where now the devil hides. Don't close your eyes…

Don't close your eyes? All Paige wanted to do was close her eyes. But she didn't. She stared, mesmerized, as light suddenly flared from a window beside the door. It glowed and flickered. Candlelight.

She began to shiver. She didn't need the bathroom anymore. She just wanted to be someplace else, anyplace else. She looked at Jimmy, who stared intensely at the light, his lips pressed together in a tight line of fear and excitement.

Piercing electric guitar chords raced frantically up and down the scale, pulsating through the warm summer night, striking deep within Paige's stomach. The young man sang feelingly, menacingly, seeming to be right next to her, singing only to Paige:

And you try to escape

From the one who wears the cape

But he's stealthy as a cat

And silent as a bat.

Silent as a bat? Paige looked nervously over her shoulder. Nothing she could see, but she felt something. "Jimmy, what'll we do?" she almost sobbed.

Jimmy seemed frozen in place. His face was rigid as the song started again.

The light grew brighter, flickering from the windows. Paige knew another candle had been lit. More light. Another candle. What was this? Some kind of ceremony? Maybe a pagan ceremony? A Satanic ritual? The music grew even louder. Couldn't the whole world hear it? Paige wondered as it shook and shuddered its way up to the black sky. Would that loving but also fearsome God everyone talked about now retaliate, sending down a lightning bolt, destroying the house and everything around it, including her and Jimmy?