“Wesley is there with the keys to lock things back up,” Lou said.
I gave Bill a questioning look.
“He’s the chairman of the Historical Society board of directors. He would have access to the house.”
“Maybe he knows why the place was left unlocked,” I said.
Wesley came walking around the house, his flashlight marking the way for him.
“Good evening, officers.”
“Evening, Wes. Sorry to drag you out. It looks like everything is okay. We heard a crash but didn’t find anything broken.”
Wesley smiled and said, “It’s most likely Elizabeth.”
“Elizabeth?” I asked.
“The wife of Sam Corwin.”
I sighed. “A ghost? That’s what you’re saying made the noise? Was she also the one doing the screaming?”
Wesley laughed. “This is one of the advantages of living in Salem. You’ll get used to it, Officer Murphy. Did anything else look disturbed?”
“No, with the exception of the cat. Lou said the museum did not have a cat. Are you keeping a cat in the museum now?”
Wesley frowned. “No. There shouldn’t be a cat. The woman who manages the museum is allergic.”
“Well, there was one in there, but Mike got it to run out.”
“I very much appreciate that,” Wesley said as he headed up the steps. “I’ll take a look around to ensure nothing is missing. I’ll advise if anything is disturbed after I lock up and set the alarm.”
“Why wasn’t the alarm set?” I asked.
“Probably the last employee forgot to turn it on. It happens every now and then.”
Bill seemed to be happy with that answer, so I was as well.
“Let us know if you find anything out of place, Wesley.”
Wesley raised his hand and gave us a wave as he called out, “I certainly will. Have a good evening.”
Bill and I headed back to our squad cars.
“I’ll write the report once I get back to the station. You gonna head out?” Bill asked.
“Yeah, I’ll take a drive around the area, make sure everything looks okay.”
He smiled. “See you back at the station.”