Go to the cafe, if you dare, but don't sit in booth #1. Our ghost plays tricks on unsuspecting diners. How did the pristine, red 1968 Mustang arrive on Interstate-65 at midnight without a driver? Oh sure, the fortune teller had warned of a little girl in trouble, but why had she said nothing about pink? Sacred bones, of a prostitute no less, are unearthed during Interstate construction. See how she solves the mystery of a long-forgotten murder. The mansion was moved in preparation for the new highway, but what about the solid gold coffin in the cellar?"