Relieved to sense only positive energy in his newly blessed flat, Jake wondered how to set about clearing his name. He dismissed every plan that came to mind as inadequate until he settled on the idea of phoning the local newspaper and asked to speak with the reporter who had written the piece about the ghost.
“Is that Claire Heron?”
“Speaking.”
“Uh, hello. It’s about your report of the ghost by the Minster. Well, I think I can add considerably to that story.”
When Ms Heron showed interest, Jake went on to describe his misadventures from the road accident to his release from custody earlier in the day. When he’d finished, there was a long silence, making him think he’d lost the line.
“Hello?”
“Yes, sorry. I was just pondering over what you told me. As I understand it, you’re under su
