Kat's POV

= Stab =

It had been two weeks since Moira told me the "truth" and I hadn't seen her since. The house was still spotless, so I knew Moira had been cleaning.

I hired a private investigator to investigate Moira's murder. Because the cops never found her body, all he found about Moira was a missing person report. I saw her photo. It was definitely Moira. The prime suspect was her previous employer, the blond lady who currently lived next door with a baby. I had met her a couple times, but every time she avoided conversation like she was trying to hide something. Maybe this was her secret.

If all they needed was a body, I would dig her up right away.

Besides Moira's past, there's something else that the investigator found, something related to Moira, something related to me, something Moira probably didn't know, something that made me really really angry.

I picked up the phone and dialed to the most hated person of my life.

"Why are you calling me? I broke up with your husband. He is all yours now!" That was the way that bitch said hello.

"He told me you wanted money," I said coldly. There's no reason to be polite.

"So, you two ARE back together," She pretended to be surprised.

"Come to my house at seven today and I will give you a check," then I told her about my address. I wasn't really going to give her money. I just needed her to come here and confess a crime she had committed. I really was a person who held a grudge for a very long time.

"Wow, you really do want to be with Nate," She said in her laughing voice.

"See you at seven," I hung up.

In two hours, I would be able to put the past behind me. I took out some hidden cameras I got from a surveillance equipment store and set them up around a few spaces in the house. Didn't matter where she would confess, I would be able to videotape her confession and send them to the police.

I looked out the window and stared at the gazebo. Was Moira really buried under there? Maybe I should hire a landscaper to take down the gazebo and think of a reason to make him dig, a pond, maybe?

I opened the phonebook and found the company with the biggest ad. I called, but it was voice mail. It was six and they were closed. What a way to do business. "Hi, I tear down a gazebo and build a pond. You can reach me by redialing this number, or I will call again tomorrow." Lucky for them, price was no object for me.

"Hi," Someone whispered into my ears.

I turned and saw a semi-familiar face. It was the lady who stalked me before outside my house.

"My name is Hayden," her face was so close to my face I could feel her breath. I stepped back. She continued, "Some little birdy told me you are special." She drew her finger from my shoulder to my hand, "You like girl."

I stepped back again, "Are you trying to seduce me? You are one of the ghosts Moira talked about."

"I don't like labels," She smiled, "You can do anything to me." She took my hands and put them around her waist.

"What do you want?" I knew a woman didn't just go and seduce everyone she met. She must want something from me.

"I don't want you to dig up Moira," She winked, "Let's be honest here. I am buried right next to Moira. If you dig her up, you are going to dig me up too."

"What? You don't want to be dug up?" I did not want to waste my time with her. I had more important thing to do tonight, "I am sorry, I won't change my mind."

"Even if I give you this?" She unbuttoned her shirt and pushed her boobs up.

"No," I refused, "My heart belongs to Moira and it will always be hers."

She grabbed my hand and tried to place it on her breast, "Feel it and you will change your mind."

"Hey, don't touch my girlfriend!" I felt a familiar hand separating me and Hayden.

"You are back for me," I smiled at Moira, "And you call me your girlfriend."

"You know I will always be here," I stole a kiss from her, "I am a ghost. I can't leave the house."

"I know," I wrapped my arm around her waist, "I am just glad that you come back for me. Promise you will never leave me again?"

"I can't. We don't belong together. I died before you were born." She changed her tone. "I told you how dangerous the evil spirits were," Her hands were on the front of my shoulder, "You should have listened. You should have left, not trying to dig me up."

"I want answers," I held her tighter as she was trying to push away, "And I found some, and then more. I am going to do something. It will make you proud." I couldn't wait to tell her what I found and what I was going to do.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain on my back.

We had forgotten that Hayden was still in the house.

= To Be Continued =