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He leaned his head back against the wall of the to his eyes He needn’t have co the ceh hopes Catch one person involved, and they et hient was dead The cops knew he’d been onto so the clubs He’d met Nikki and Andy in Madame D’Orso’s, and then Andy had died
The exact way But Andy had once been a junkie, so her death could have been an accident, even though Nikki was certain it had beento Nikki
Fact: To the same
Fact: There was a purse snatcher at work in New Orleans Tohost had been witnessed before at least two of the attackers
So where was the key?
Back at Madauides?
For that matter, where was the elusive Max Dupuis, ned the tour company?
Tomorrow he had to talk to the other woent
Suddenly his introspection was interrupted as soh His eyes flew open, and he looked up
"I’hosts I’ht she was fine with the idea of seeing ghosts That she had becohosts and her own ability to communicate with them than to believe she was out of her mind and involved with someone as just as nuts
And she was involved Deeply He’d barely come into her life, and suddenly…
He was her life
Good God, it wasn’t that serious
Yes, it was She’d never felt anything like being with hi to fear from the shadows, because there weren’t any shadows
She had actually considered going back to bed when Brent had first left But the mind played tricks It teased and tor back to bed She had no intention of waking froain
She stayed downstairs, turned on the flat-screen television in the living roo about forensics, cold cases, haunted Aedy With the television blaring, she putHe had said so
The teakettle began to whistle She forced herself to hum loudly as sheroom
There was an old episode of Cheers on, and she quickly found herself laughing She just had to keep her mind off…
Don’t think Don’t allow fear to slip in
She was fine She would be just fine until Brent got back
Then…
She felt a prickling sense of unease wash over her, as if it had crept in slowly at first, taking her unaware The teacup began to rattle in her hands A deluge of dread began to sweep through her, and with her peripheral vision, she could see…
She turned, and her screa his head The old ghost had given hiht
"Injun boy, you’re late," Huey told him
"I know Sorry It was a really busy day"
Huey shook his head, grinning "Don’t hts Told ya, I don’t rightly knohen they is and when they isn’t gonna be here But we’re watching the place, the lot of us"
"I noticed"
Huey grinned broadly "You noticed nothin’ I crept up on you like as if you was one of therin deepened then faded "Hey, Injun boy, it’s one thing if I creep up on you, but don’t you be so easy when you’re in here again late at night"
Brent rose, dusting his hands on his pants "I proood lesson"
"Go hoht"
"All right But I’ll be back And I won’t be so late," Brent promised
As he headed for the easiest place to ju back "Hey, Huey, have you had any purse snatchers in here lately?"
"Purse snatchers?" Huey said "Boy, theht But that doesn’t mean a purse snatcher couldn’t come in here, too"
Huey shook his head "Haven’t seen any such thing lately Maybe out on the streets, but in here… no There’s always suspicious folks around, so around the streets, just like you andwhen they pull off their shit in the cemetery"
"Who?" Brent deood and so, I’ll be telling you"
"Huey--"
"When I got so in my bones Or… well, hell, where I used to have bones"
"All right Thanks, Huey"
"You be back here, you hear?"
"You bet, Huey"
Brent started back the way that he had co the streets, where people still wandered, just not as thickly as they did during the day