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She shook her head

"Listen, this new site is really ioing back to lead the team, with or without you With or without us," Brad a into the arms of the chair She stared at the flames "I’ve made some promises here," she said

He looked puzzled "You made promises? To whom?"

"To myself To see that people are honored, that bones are buried with the proper rites," she said

"We’ll tell Laymon, and he’llthe country With the way your reputation has grown, you can drop a word and people will hustle, you know that"

"Okay," she ot the call ere on the way to the tavern, and he talked about nothing else once we got there," Brad said softly "New York City, Leslie! You know you love it"

"I can’t go back"

"You need to go back"

"Brad…"

"Leslie, please"

She stared at him and saw the earnest plea in his eyes She lowered her head quickly, not wanting his House It was fixed, repaired, reopened Brought back to life again But the dead…the dead couldn’t be brought back to life…?

And so her lower lip It had started ione mad There had been the horrible pain, the ache like the loss of a lione The concussion, the bruising, the cuts, scrapes, burns…

Those had been nothing co Matt

At first she had lived in a stage soht she’d awakened in the hospitalwhen they’d rolled hi put back on his finger But she hadn’t known that, and she’d freaked She was lucky she hadn’t wound up in the psychiatric ward that night Luckily for her, the next day she’d discovered an article in a news roup of paranorators orked for him No matter how the reporter had tried to trip hient and well spoken, and not at all like a kook She had started to shake, reading the article She had called Harrison Investigations immediately, and, to her amazement, Adam Harrison himself had shown up in the hospital They had talked then, and again when she had been released It was as if she had instantly acquired not only a new best friend, one she felt she had known forever, but as if she’d gotten her father back, though her real father had been gone since she was a little girl

She’d called Adahostly Colonial churchman, and soon after, she’d noticed a couple in the crowd of visitors hanging around the site They’d stood out, and eventually they’d introduced themselves as two of Harrison’s ely handsoone back to the house with her and taught her how to becohost, even chatted with him casually themselves There really were others like her, she’d realized, and thather to the present "I told Lay, so I’ll be there with you You need to go back, to put the past to rest, to put the pain behind you"

She stared at him Smiled slowly

Brad didn’t know about Adam Harrison, the Black-hawks, or that there were others like them to help her Brad didn’t know that it was thanks to Adam and his associates that she had been able to sit cal-dead reverend, and that she could feel entirely sane as she did so

But as to going back, facing her own ghosts…That was so she needed to do

Brad let out a soft sigh "Okay, I’m sorry Too soon," he said

She stared back at him "I didn’t say that," she o back I think…I think s House"

He hesitated "I know you have an apartment in Brooklyn, but…" He stared, paused, then said quickly, on a single fast breath, "There are a few roos House"

"What?"

Brad shook his head quickly "I’m sorry I shouldn’t even have mentioned that"

"Who is this work for?" she demanded

"The Historical Society, of course Greta will be the official liaison between the society, the contractors and the workers And once again, it’s Tyson, S the property They’ve been legally blocked fronificance of the site is established and any necessary excavation is done Lay in their national publicity as good guys But the lost ti thes House It’s in the next block, actually"