Hazel Ghost Sense

	Hazel’s grip tightened on his fingers. "I don’t like that plaza. It feels … cold."
	Frank wasn’t sure what she meant. He was still sweating like crazy.
	But Nico nodded. He studied the town-house windows, most of which were covered with wooden shutters. "You’re right, Hazel. This neighborhood is filled with lemures."
	"Lemurs?’ Frank asked nervously. ‘I’m guessing you don’t mean the furry little guys from Madagascar?"
	"Angry ghosts," Nico said. ‘Lemures go back to Roman times. They hang around a lot of Italian cities, but I’ve never felt so many in one place. My mom told me …’ He hesitated. ‘She used to tell me stories about the ghosts of Venice."