“Did you say ghosts?”
“Quite a few, actually,” he said.
“Yeah?”
He nodded. “They say Rufina Cambaceres was mistakenly buried alive near the turn of the last century. Local workers heard screams a few days after her burial, and when her coffin was disinterred, they found scratch marks on her face and on the insides of the coffin. It was later thought that she had been in a coma when they buried her.”
“That’s terrible, but what makes you think she haunts the cemetery?”
“Well, I would if I were her.”
Adrienne snorted at this logic.
“There’s more. David Alleno worked for years as a gravedigger, carefully saving his money for his own plot and a statue of himself. It is said that as soon as the architect he had commissioned for the statue finished the work, Alleno went home and killed himself. Apparently, you can still hear his keys jangling as his ghost walks the cemetery’s narrow pathways at dawn.”
“And that’s when you want to go?”
“I can’t think of a better time. Can you?”
“Is it open?”
“We’ll sneak in with the gardeners.”
Adrienne laughed and shook her head.
“What?”
“You’re incredible.”
So are you, he thought, battling back images of Adrienne in her swimsuit.
She cocked her head, studying him. “You’re willing to break into a cemetery, brave security that may possibly be armed and ghosts wielding who knows what weapons, but when it comes to singing for a crowd of strangers, even though you have an amazing voice, you want to hide out in the next room.”
“That’s right,” Nick said without hesitation.
