“Hey, put that down!” Cole ordered as he disconnected the line. Maggie chuckled at the panic in his voice.
“Ask your ghost if he is Isaac, Elias, or Kit,” Maggie declared as soon as Callie picked up the phone.
“Nope, he’s a raging ass…” Callie growled. “The twat has locked me out of the inn.”
“Callie, do you know his name?” Maggie demanded.
“Yes, twat!” Callie crowed.
“My name is not twat!” a man roared.
“Ask him which one he is,” Maggie insisted.
“Are you Isaac, Elias, or Kit?” Callie repeated.
“Elias! How do you know those names? Who are you speaking with? I demand they converse with me!” came Elias’s reply. Great, that meant poor Tilly must have either Kit or Isaac.
“Honey, family meeting tonight. I’ll text you which hotel!” Maggie babbled.
“Okay, babes, see you there!” Callie replied. “Now, you little twit, what type of namby-pamby name is Elias?”
Maggie shook her head as she hung up. Sighing and wondering how Stephanie was handling being haunted, Maggie punched in her number and waited.
“Hi honey, how’s things?” Stephanie’s voice had a smile in it.
“Which is your ghost? Isaac or Kit,” Maggie asked without preamble.
Stephanie went quiet.
“Maggie, are you okay? I thought you just mentioned a ghost!” Stephanie giggled. Maggie held her silence. Stephanie would always crack under silence. “Maggie, I don’t have a spirit, honey.”
“Nuh huh, which is he?” Maggie persisted.
“Maggie,” Stephanie said and sighed. “Ghosts don’t exist.”
“Stephanie, I want his name and I need it now!” Maggie demanded. Stephanie made the little noise she did when she felt uncomfortable at being confronted.
“Don’t tell her. Who is she? Why is she being so nosey?” a guy whispered.
Maggie rolled her eyes.
“I can hear him, Stephanie. Which one is he?” Maggie said firmly. “Count of five, Stephanie!”
“Kit! He’s Kit!” Stephanie cried, and a man groaned. Which meant Tilly had Isaac.
“You told her!”
“I had to. Maggie’s my best friend!” Stephanie muttered, guilt in her voice.
“Sheesh, woman!” Kit sounded exasperated.
“It’s okay. Listen, family meeting tonight. I’ll text you the hotel.”
“Are you mad at me?” Stephanie asked.
“Nope, I’ll explain when we meet,” Maggie replied. “Love you!”
“Love you too!” Stephanie said, sounding more cheerful. Well, at least one of them was getting along with the Nortons, Maggie thought. Lucian had clearly flipped his lid, although he was much nicer. Maybe Kit was the only sane one out of the Nortons!