Elaine slow, deliberate and with great care checked and rechecked her internet banking. The money was there. It was a lot of money and that made it a lot easier. Cancelling a wedding with a month to go was expensive, but all the time she spent sorting out the wreckage of a broken engagement gave her time to think. Selling her late grandfather's piano was a bit of a wrench, but it was time to let go of things. If she had been less attached to her home, her keepsakes, her things then perhaps she would have listened to the little voice warning her that her relationship was not going well. Being forced to look at evidence of Keith's affair had been a shock and it had made her look at a lot of things in a whole new light. She was going to sell everything and travel the world. She was going to sell everything and go back to college. She was going to sell everything and, well, do something to change her life around. The unexpectedly familiar buyer waited patiently. Steve Adderson was once again acting as an agent for someone else.

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"You have the money?" he asked.

Elaine nodded. "The piano is haunted, you know," she said. "I've heard it sometimes at night."

Steve looked out of the window and gestured to the very specialist movers. "It's not haunted, it's enchanted," he said.

"Can I come with you?" Elaine asked impulsively.

Steve looked at her thoughtfully. "Wait a minute. I need to check something." He rummaged in his pocket and the small, dusty button looked incongruous coming out of the pocket of such a sharp suit. Then he wiped it clean with his handkerchief and carefully placed the button on top of the upright piano. There was a click as he pressed the button and then a pair of ghostly hands were playing a wild, Hungarian waltz. Elaine watched, caught between terror and delight as the transparent fingers danced across the keys and the music swirled and eddied around her. Then the hands vanished as Steve removed the button. "Still want to come?" he asked.

"So the stories about my grandfather were true?" Elaine stared at the piano as the movers started to wrap it carefully. "I am definitely coming!"