Publisher's Synopsis
Beyond stood a man in a waistcoat and top hat. He was facing away from where the girls stood, but the clothing was unmistakable. "Is that. . ." Alexis swallowed hard, clearing her throat. "Sylvester Marsh," finished Kristina. "I think so." Alexis approached the window, watching the man who seemed to be searching for someone. People walked by, rather oblivious to his actions. The rumble of footsteps on hardwood caught Alexis's attention. "Keep your eyes on him," she heard Kristina holler over her shoulder. "I want to see how real this ghost is!"
