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"Kiley ?" He moved closer to her. "What, what is it?"
When he stood right in front of her, blocking her view of the tub, her glazed eyes focused on him. "It was
there. Jack, it was there, in the tub, she was "
"Wait, wait, hold up a sec." The tempo, pitch and decibel levels of her voice had been rising steadily,
and he sensed she was close to panic, so he closed his hands on her shoulders, intending to lead her out
of the bathroom, into something more nearly resembling safe ground. As soon as he touched her, she fell
into his arms, sliding her arms around his back, burying her face in his chest and holding on so tight he
thought she might crack his ribs.
He buried a hand in her hair, snapped the other around her waist and tried to keep holding her that way
while maneuvering them both out of the bathroom. He took her all the way through the house, and
outside, to her car she in her nightgown, and he in his jeans. He paused only long enough to snag her
key ring from the hook by the door.
"Jack, what are we& ?"
"Screw this. You need to get the hell out of that house. For now, just for now."
"I haven't even showered."
"You can shower at my place."
"But my clothes "
"I'll come back and get you some."
"Alone?"
"Not on your life." He put her in her car, shut the door, went around to the driver's side and got behind
the wheel. Only when they were heading down the road did he turn to face her, to ask her, "What did
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you see in the bathtub, Kiley?"
She licked her lips, sat a little straighter in the seat. "I think I know how Mrs. Miller killed herself," she
said softly.
He lifted his brows. "How?"
"Drowning. In the bathtub, I think."
"And you think this because?" He was almost afraid to ask.
"Because I saw her. That tub was full of water. Overflowing, even, and she was there, lying there on the
bottom. Her eyes were open and she was looking right at me."
The last few words came out in a whisper. He ached for her, literally felt pangs in his belly for her pain.
She sent him a searching look. "She was there. She was really there."
"I believe you."
"She was young, beautiful, when she died. Long honey-blond hair. Green eyes. She could've been a
model."
He nodded. "We're here," he said, pulling her car into his driveway. He lived in a modest-size log home,
one story with a loft. Just big enough for him. He liked it, maybe more now than ever. No history, no
ghosts. Not that he believed in the damn things, anyway. He stopped the car. The look of relief on
Kiley's face was something to see. He got out, went to open her door for her, but she beat him to it.
He led her inside, unlocking the place, holding the door. "I'd show you around, but it would be a short
trip. Kitchen's in there. Bedroom's up in the loft. Bathroom's through there, and there's a den in back.
"And this is the living room."
He nodded. "Go on, go take your shower. And then sack out in my bed for a while. You're dead on
your feet."
"I should go in to work."
"Call 'em. Phone's in the kitchen."
"Okay. Yeah. Okay, I can rest here." She looked around, sighed. "This is a nice place, Jack. It feels
good here."
"And not a ghost in sight," he said.
She smiled. "Thanks for this."
He nodded. "I need to go to the shop, see Chris, and then I'll head back to your place and pick you up
a few things. Okay?"
"Don't go there alone, Jack."
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"I won't. But I will bring you back some clothes and stuff. I'll be a couple of hours. No more. And if you
need me, my cell phone number is programmed into the phone. Number nine."
She nodded. "I really do owe you for all of this."
He sent her an evil smile. "And I fully intend to collect, Brigham. So don't fret about it too much."
Chris was already turning the Closed sign around to the Open side when Jack walked up to the door of
the shop. The kid stepped aside to let him in, but before Jack could so much as say "good morning" the
questions were pouring out.
"So? What happened last night? You didn't go home. I know, 'cause I called six times. Did you spend
the night with her? Did anything happen? I thought you hated each other. What's going on, Jack?"
Jack held up two hands and hurried through the shop toward the section in the back that was devoted
entirely to books. Then he stood there, perusing the rack.
"Jack?" Chris asked. "C'mon, aren't you going to tell me anything?"
Sighing, Jack looked down at the kid. "It's not good, I'll tell you that."
"No? Not even& ?"
"No, not even. And don't ask again, kid. That's none of your business. Besides, it has nothing to do with
whatever the hell is haunting Kiley Brigham's house."
Chris licked his lips. "I, uh thought you didn't believe in ghosts, Jack."
"Didn't. Not until last night."
Chris widened his eyes. "You saw it?"
He shook his head. "Lights flashing, drawers flying around the bedroom, doors slamming."
Chris licked his lips. "So you were in her bedroom."
He sent the kid a glare. "Part of the job, kid."
"Job?" Then Chris went pale. "You don't mean "
"The lady has hired me to get rid of her ghost."
"B-but& you "
"Believe me, I know. So now I'm in one hell of a predicament. I either admit to her that I'm a fake, or I
fake my way through this, fail, and then she'll know I'm a fake, anyway." He lowered his head. "And
she's been burned by a fraud like me before, Chris. Hell, when she finds out the truth " He made
himself stop there, before he gave away more than he wanted to. Not that he had a clue what he'd be
giving away. He was confused as hell right now.
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Chris shrugged. "One way to solve the whole mess," he said. "You just have to get rid of the ghost for
her."
"Oh, come on, kid."
"It's not like you haven't done it before. You've cleared a dozen houses right in Burnt Hills alone."
"That wasn't real and you know it. I read a few books, went through the motions and eased the minds of
some extremely nervous people with vivid imaginations."
"You helped them. None of them had any visitations after you finished."
"None of them had any visitations before I started."
"How can you be so sure of that?"
Jack didn't reply.
"And what about all the readings, Jack? The advice you give these people, the way it helps them?"
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