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Yes, fine I’ll finish up in a few more days, she typed She went on to describe the town of Lily, and the people she’dmuch about his friend, the sheriff At the end she added, Anything on the rise? Do I need to be back sooner?

She shut down the coan would have called her

She rose, stretched and looked around the roo had moved and she hadn’t heard even a creak in the old floorboards around her The clock on the ed to spend several hours on the computer

Too easy to do

She stood and walked into the dressing room and then the bathroom

The mirror was clear; no words ree

Jane slid out of her clothing and into a pair of pajamas that consisted of a tank top and loose trousers She pulled the bedcovers down and noticed that a blanket lay on the trunk at the foot of the bed It didn’t seem cold in the rooly She hadn’t lied when she’d told Brian how tired she was

When she lay down to sleep, she hesitated for just a ize for anything I ht have said about Sheriff Trent He see on I believe he’s a decent hued in the room Jane closed her eyes and wondered if she’d stay awake all through the night, waiting to see if so to happen

She tossed and turned and half woke in the wee hours of the et up and do anything about it She thought about the blanket, but she couldn’t ain and fell into a deep and peaceful sleep

The alarht was filtering through the drapes and she lay there luxuriously for a few , she showered, brushed her teeth and dressed in a black pantsuit, a blue shirt, her holster and gun and jacket

It wasn’t until she picked up her co and supply box that she looked back at the bed

The blanket lay there, neatly stretched out over the bedspread The blanket that had been on the trunk

The blanket she hadn’t reached for because she’d been too tired to move

She must have moved She must have retrieved it in her sleep

But she hadn’t

She couldn’t help shivering Yes, even knowing that some remained behind in spirit when death had claimed their earthly forms, she could still feel that eerie sense of disquiet, of fear

But she’d learned long ago to accept it

And really

What a nice gesture

"Thank you," she said aloud "Thank you so reat sleep"

There was no response, but she hadn’t expected one Yet as she walked to the door, a rush of cold air swept by her If felt as if so room

She started to follow As she did, there was a knock at her door

She glanced at her watch; she was late Wonderful Sheriff Trent had felt compelled to come up and make sure she was ready

"Just a minute!" she called

She followed the draft that had see roo froo that far

There was atable It ritten in her lipstick; it looked as if it had been written in blood

TELL THEM THE TRUTH

Puzzled rather than scared, she ignored the chill that seemed to touch her

The truth about what?

"But I don’t know the truth," she said

She watched as the tube of lipstick she’d left out on the table began to float in the air and write out more letters

YOU WILL

BEWARE

TRICKSTER

"Jane?" a woman’s voice called fro!" she said

She hurried to open the door and found Alice Horton In jeans, a tank top and sneakers--her hair scooped up into a ponytail--Alice looked way irl next door than she did a wicked vamp But, of course, she was an actress, and she seeood She could probably play just about any character

"Hey, Alice," she said "How are you?"

"Fine, thanks I thought I’d co a cup of coffee, but he’s getting a little restless," Alice told her