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"Alust in her tone She picked up the newspaper behind the bar "Another girl dead, found on the riverbank The police haven’t released cause of death, and when I tried to speak with theot nowhere I tried to tell them Gus hadn’t just died--that there had to be someone else down there in the tunnel, so hiet any inforator’s license and I am now on the federal payroll as a consultant Feel free to check that out Call Jackson Crow I think he’ll be expecting you"

"Call him? I don’t have a number All I could find in the material I have from Quantico was an email address And I couldn’t reach hiht!"

"I have his cell nu hours"

"Right So I could be calling anyone!"

He sood agent, but you do have to go with your gut and trust so why that should be you," she said

"Ouch"

"You could have approached me earlier--while there were still people here"

"As you said, your grandfather’s funeral was today And then, I wasn’t sure whether you wanted to advertise the fact that you’d called inthe ghost investigators"

"Giveher cell phone out of her pocket

He rattled off the numbers and she dialed She watched him as she spoke "Mr Jackson Crow, please"

Malachi could hear the deep murmur of Crow’s voice from where he stood

"If you’re Jackson Croould you by any wild chance still be at work?" She was silent for a h to call ain She pressed the end button on her phone and studied hi When it did, she looked at the exchange After she’d answered, Malachi could once again hear the deep timbre of Crow’s voice as he spoke to Abby Anderson

She thanked Crow, then ended the call She frowned slightly, but now there seemed to be a touch of wonder in her eyes

"He said that once we get an initial investigation going, he’ll come down himself"

Malachi nodded

"He said you do knohat you’re doing"

Malachi laughed at that "I’ve been working as a PI I needed to be on o in the city of New Orleans I have a connection in the homicide department here"

"A connection?" she asked For the first time he heard a touch of hope in her voice "What kind of a connection"

He smiled at that "Detective David Caswell, homicide My ex-partner Have you met him?"

"No"

He pulled a card out of his pocket and handed it to her "That’s David’s card Keep it with you He’s a great guy He o andin New Orleans, he wasat him, as if he were an alien who’d suddenly landed in the tavern Ora ghost

He sighed "So, I guess you’re with me--or on your own"

She was silent for another ether I’ve lived here , but you have the connections You said you wanted to get started What do you want to do?"

"Let’s compile the little that we do know about the victiet in to see David This is your city Tomorroant to see where the bodies were discovered"

"Blue Anderson just showed you where I found randfather," she said huskily

He took out his notepad and pen A nu their smartphones as notebooks, but he still preferred a pen and pad Maybe actually writing the words gave him time to think about the woman who loved the city She came to Savannah happy, excited and ready to enjoy a bit of history searching on her own beforeher friends She did check into her bed-and-breakfast--her car was found in their parking lot Next victim was Rupert Holloway from Iowa It’s easy to understand why no immediate connection was made with the first victim, since Rupert was a man and in the city on business Ms Sey out tourist haunts But a mobile phone exec? I’m not so sure He was due to see business associates for lunch on the river--but he never showed Our third victim was a student in the city Her hometoas Memphis, Tennessee So far, we don’t knohere she was last seen, only that her body was discovered on the riverbank"