" Colleen appeared on the loveseat. “Stay.” “I’m staying, all right?” I leaned forward. “Would you please find Gram? Find out what happened.” Colleen turned transparent. “Can’t.” Her voice echoed. “Why are you here if you can’t help?” I shouted. “Merry.” The whisper was so loud it filled the room. “What "

― Susan M. Boyer , Lowcountry Boil (A Liz Talbot Mystery, #1)