Chapter One: FIREBIRD HOUSE
I ask you, why do weird things always happen to me? Mike says it's because blazing redheads are an anomaly of nature, so we're natural magnets for weirdness. He's got a point. Like, not long ago, when we were renovating Firebird House into a bed-and-breakfast, I found a skeleton hidden in a little room upstairs. I followed those bones back into the past and found out that this drafty, creaky old house was once a stop on the Underground Railroad. Not only that, but a runaway slave, Miz Lizbet Charles, had died more than 140 years ago, right here, probably right where I'm sitting this minute.