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He was silent It was strange to think that a wo er still when he was related to her

Was this real? Or were the Krewe of Hunter units a little unbalanced?

How could he ask that question when he talked to Longman, and when he’d finally seen Trey Hardy at the jail today?

He kept his voice level "Well, see what else you can get her to say"

"It’s not a joke, you know"

"I’"

"Fine," she said tersely "I’ll see you toht to the station, okay?"

Jane rolled her eyes "Sloan, I hardly think this killer is going to wait for me to order pizza"

"Just take care This killer will know you’re an FBI agent," Sloan said

She nodded, then turned and started to leave

"Jane," he said, calling her back

She paused, and he walked over to her "Please, tell ht If you share with me, too This is your town You’ll knohat I don’t"

She studied hiold eyes, and he felt the life in them He wanted to reach out, to touch her He wished that they’dalley, in a country barhell, online He wished there hadn’t been amysteries because they both sahat others didn’t

He nodded "Yes I willwith you" He felt a rueful sh you’re just here as an artist"

She sht, Sheriff," she said

She left hio inside The theater was safe, he told hihosts didn’t shoot people She was staying in a place with six actors, a theater "mother" and a director Housekeepers arrived at the crack of dawn and bartenders didn’t leave until just a few hours before the housekeeping staff showed up She was safer here thanwell, with him, really

He returned to his car to ot home but he went out and checked on the horses and his property Everything seemed to be in order

When he went to bed, he was afraid he wouldn’t sleep When he began to sleep, he was afraid he’d drea in Lily He’d sensed it the day he’d gone to the Old Jail in search of wallets And now he felt it ers-on at the bar when Jane returned, but she didn’t see any cast one ho er to escape to her rooet some sleep

The theater seemed quiet as she walked up the stairs

In her roo was as she’d left it She washed her face, prepared for bed and curled up under the covers She s that at least she now understood why a brush had co what could have happened in the past Sage McCormick had married a localan affair and running off with that man Yet her husband had been in the bar belohen she disappeared It didn’t make sense

The fact remained: she had disappeared and so had Red Marston

And teeks later, a stagecoach bearing gold had, too

Now, Sage’s skull had turned up in the basement of the theater, another man’s body had been unearthed from the sand--and a tourist had been murdered How did it all connect?

The questions whirled in her mind and, finally, she drifted off to sleep

She didn’t knooke her; she only knew that she opened her eyes and saoe She knew her face now She had drawn it, and she’d seen the si over the bar

"Hello," she said softly

The wo She beckoned to Jane Jane stood Sage McCor cotton T-shirt gown She wasn’t sure whether she should dress quickly She decided against it She didn’t want to lose the ghost, so she’d venture out barefoot and in a long T-shirt

There was a chill in the air, and Jane shivered It was about 4:00 aht--just that ti up for the next day They’d left and the housekeepers had yet to arrive She wished she’d grabbed a sweater

The ghost sailed along the upper level hallway, heading for the stairs Jane followed her down the steps and then into the theater

Sage McCore, stepped onto it, then turned and waited Jane continued to follow her

Sage led her back to the stage wings and the dressing rooms beyond Here, it was even darker, as there were only a few eht She could barely see Sage, but the ghost was still leading her forward

Jane hadn’t been back here before; she had no idea where she was or where the ghost was trying to take her