Chapter 29: The Name They Sold

Fourteen people came up Waverly Place at dusk, filming the uphill effort on their phones. Their guide led them with a plastic lantern on a pole, held high over his shoulder, its false candle wavering on a small screen. Sau-lin stood outside Fong's with Winnie's chipped cup in her hands. By evening, the tea's warmth had thinned. Her fingers remained solid around the porcelain, though the blue paint showed through one knuckle. She had been thinking since four o'clock about a second cup and had not asked for it. Callum was beside her with copies of the city register and the association records tucked into a brown envelope. He watched the tour approach. "That one," he said. "I gathered." The same lantern appeared on Declan's flyer. A black tree curled around the tour company's name, and under it waited the promise of murder, scandal, and authentic supernatural history. Across the…