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"Down on Duval He was looking up at the strip club He faded to nothing the hosts, Danny may knoho killed him," Katie said

"Have you told anyone that he’s dead?" Bartholohed deeply "Who is going to believeto say?"

"Well, that is a probleest to someone that you believe that he’s dead"

"Yes But I don’t think they need estion No one has been able to find hiht believe that he killed Stella Martin, and that he’s in hiding I’m pretty sure that’s what the lieutenant believes When he left the station, he told Lia to da act"

"Katie!"

The sharp sound of her nalanced up the stairway

Sean ake He hurried down the stairs, his hair tousled, a worried froisting his features He ca?" he asked her

"I’ the Beckett fa to?" he de"

"Katie, I heard you-loud and clear"

"No one, Sean"

"Katie?"

She was suddenly weary of the doubt froht me to say, Sean? People will think that you’re crazy, don’t ever tell theroaned "Oh, God, Katie, please!"

"Sean, I’ his palainst his forehead "I should never leave you Screw the whole career thing My only sister is going to wind up locked away in a nuthouse"

"Thank you Thank you so much for the vote of confidence!"

"Katie, the dead are-dead"

"Fine As you say Therefore, I wasn’t talking to anyone"

He stared at her and walked to the end of the table

Right where Bartholoht, Katie, you talk to the dead If you talk to the dead, why don’t you irls and ask her who killed theht"

"The killer walked up behind the, slipped it over their heads and then strangled them"

"How convenient They never saw his face"

"Well, it’s true," she said stubbornly

He reached for the chair at the end of the table "Call one of theh you"

He started to sit She gasped as Bartholoed at the chair To Katie’s amazement, it moved

And Sean plunked down on the floor

"What the hell?" he lance and hurried to help her brother to his feet, but Sean was already up

And confused He gripped the chair hard before sitting in it again

He stared at Katie, folding his hands slowly before him "Katie, you’re beautiful And brilliant And you have the voice of a lark You love it here, you want to live and work here, and that’s all great But maybe you shouldn’t be here Maybe you’re just too steeped in the history-and water sports," he added dryly

"Sean, I talked to ghosts when I was in school, in New York, and in Boston," Katie said

"Is there a ghost in here now?" Sean asked

"Yes"

"One of the dead wo "A pira-a privateer named Bartholo me"

"Bartholomew Bartholomew, can you hear me?" Sean called out loudly in a deep voice

"Will you tell him that I’m dead-not deaf?" Bartholomew demanded

"He said that he’s dead, not deaf," Katie said

Her brother shook his head "Katie, I want to believe you If he’s here, why can’t I see him?"

"Why can’t he see you?" Katie asked Bartholomew "By the way, you can ask the questions yourself I don’t need to repeat them"

"He can’t see me the way some people can’t hear a tempo, the same way some people have no eht sense for it, and he just isn’t willing to try," Bartholomew said "No insult-most people don’t"