The plaque was dark wood carved with scrolled white writing that read, Carrow Burton: Supernatural Sleuth.

Mac smiled. “We didn’t know exactly what to call you, since your power is kind of weird. But you’re good at solving mysteries, and I’d say that this last one was enough to prove you’re ready to open your own shop.”

“Wow.” Tears pricked my eyes. “Thanks, guys.” I walked to the sign and touched the edge. “This is way better than being a detective.”

Quinn laughed. “Let’s get you a glass of champagne.”

I turned to my friends, happiness blooming inside me. My flat looked lovely, and though I still didn’t know exactly where I was going to hang up my new shingle, I was excited to get started.