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  "I asked her if Diana had been notified of Susan's death. She said she wasn't sure, so I fished around. Turns out there are some interesting skeletons in Susan's closet, and nobody knows whom they belong to. It seems that Susan ran off when she was seventeen. She was crazy over some guy but wouldn't tell anybody who he was. Nobody heard a word out of her for a couple of years and then suddenly she shows up again—very pregnant."

  "I take it with Diana?"

  "Yeah," Harl said. "And within a few weeks Susan married Walter."

  I thought for a moment. "Then is Diana even his daughter?"

  "Rumor has that up for debate, but he is on the birth certificate. Bernard, Walter's stepfather, gave his seal of approval to the marriage—baby and all—but Walt's mother was heartsick. Karri said Eunice wouldn't even go to the wedding."

  "Weird. So they have the baby and—"

  "From the beginning, the marriage seemed a little rocky. At one point Susan told Karri that she'd made a terrible mistake but that she couldn't talk about it. By the time Diana was six, Walt and Susan sent her to boarding school. Over the years, they shunted her from one school to another. I guess she only came home for Christmas and Thanksgiving. When Diana turned eighteen, apparently she told her parents to go to hell and took off on her own."

  "Any chance Karri has Diana's address?" I crossed my fingers.

  Harl snickered. "O mighty leader, ask and receive. Actually, Karri said she tucked it away somewhere, that Susan gave it to her at one point in case anything should happen. Apparently she didn't trust Walter to bother getting in touch with Diana."

  "Weird way to treat your own kid." I could never treat my children like that.

  "Yeah, I know. Anyway, Karri's going to look for the address and let me know when she finds it."

  I asked Harlow to call Andrew and fill him in. I would tell her about this morning's little debacle later on. Luck held, leading me to a bottle of pain relievers in the back room, and I popped a couple before heading out to pick up Randa. We swung by Kip's school and nabbed him before he got on the bus. He noticed the brilliant colors purpling my knee. I told him I'd tripped and hurt myself, and left it at that. Randa remained helpfully silent, appeased by the promise that as soon as they came home, we'd go pick up a Christmas tree—a big blue spruce.

  The kids seemed excited over the prospect of a few days at Murray's. Randa gave me a knowing look, but Kip was preoccupied making sure he had his Game Boy and cartridges. As they packed everything they'd need for the next few days, they chattered away about how good it would be to see Sid and Nancy again. Kip wanted to get a snake but both Randa and I nixed the idea.

  "A snake would try to eat the cats," Randa said. She gave Samantha a last tummy rub and begged me to watch over the furbles. I crossed my heart and promised to keep both Mama and babies in cat bliss while they were gone.

  Murray's shift started in an hour, but she was prepared to take time off if White Deer didn't arrive before she left. I felt bad about interrupting her work, but she told me that she had plenty of leave time accumulated and she would call in with a "sour stomach."

  "They need me, but they can wait a couple of hours if they have to. White Deer is on her way; she's past Bellingham according to her last cell call and should be here within half an hour." We tucked the kids into her guest room and left them watching some sort of holiday special on the television in there. Murray fixed herself a sandwich and some espresso. "Do you want a shot?"

  "Nah. It's too late, and I've had too little sleep. One drop of caffeine and I'll be a basket case tomorrow morning. Tea would be nice, though."

  She fixed me a cup of Wild Berry Zinger and added honey and lemon. "I told my aunt enough so that she knows the general situation." She settled into the overstuffed chair she kept in place of a table in the breakfast nook. I curled up in the matching recliner opposite her. "White Deer won't pry unless you offer her information, and even then, she's sticky-handed about giving out advice. So, what are you going to do?"

  "I haven't the faintest idea." Things were so up in the air that I wasn't sure what was going to happen. I just hoped none of us would be standing directly beneath when Mr. B & U came in for a landing. "Meet Walter? See if we can contact Diana? Exorcise a demon? I guess most of all, try to make sense of this whole mess."

  Murray absently stirred her coffee. "So Susan piggybacked in an astral nasty. You have to be careful with spirits, Em. My people know a lot about them—we take them seriously. More seriously than most of you psychics do."

  Astral nasty. I shuddered. Nasty was the word, all right. Etheric stowaways were like parasites, feeding off of energy. "I thought I could deal with them, Nanna taught me how, but I'm in over my head on this one. And I'm still not sure what to make of Susan. I think she might be hiding something; she took a lot of baggage with her when she died."

  "Walter didn't kill her, Em. He has an airtight alibi. I checked over it again, and there's no way he could have been in that house."

  "Does that mean that he couldn't have had anything to do with it? There might be somebody else involved, or maybe he masterminded the whole thing. Anyway, Susan gave us the right lead to get information about Diana. Do you happen to have her address? Are you guys supposed to notify her that Susan's dead?" And, I thought, how much would Murray tell me before warning me to back off?

  She laughed. "Still digging? I don't think anybody from the department has been in touch with the girl. Since this was an accident, it's not our policy to notify family members unless there's nobody else to do it. Walter's her father; it's his responsibility to inform her. I didn't even know about Diana—Walter sure didn't mention her when we talked to him. Most of us in the department are transplants, you know—none of us lived here back when Susan was young."

  I took a quick sip of the tea. "We can go see her without the cops getting mad at us, right?"

  "Of course you can visit Diana. There's nothing illegal about it—just don't tell her you think Walter killed her mother. That could get you into trouble if he wanted to push the issue. So the family is estranged to the point of where he didn't even mention having a daughter? It may seem abnormal to us, but people with as much money and power as Walter and Susan usually play by their own rules. Just remember, Susan's death was an accident… or suicide. Her spirit's either confused or trying to play tricks on you."

  It was clear that as far as Murray and the Chiqetaw police were concerned, the case was closed. Evidence cleared Walter, his alibi held, and I knew Murray well enough to know that she would get cranky if I hounded her on the subject. I pushed the cup away and reached down for my purse.

  "You heading out?"

  "Yeah, I should. I ache all over. When Mr. B & U slammed me against the floor this morning, it really jarred me up. I've hired somebody to help Cinnamon out at the shop the next couple of days, so that's taken care of, but there's a lot to do, and I'm not sure where to begin. Gotta buy Christmas presents tomorrow, for one thing. Andrew and Harl are due over tomorrow evening, so I'll probably go shopping in the morning. That is, if the damned ghosts decide to leave me alone tonight."

  "Sleep here. You're welcome to stay over along with the kids. Why put yourself in danger?" She reached forward and put her hand on my arm.

  I choked up, welcoming the comfort of her generosity. The offer was tempting. I swallowed one last mouthful of tea. "Thank you, babe. I wish I could, but if I stayed here I'd be admitting defeat. Also, Samantha and her kittens are alone in the house. I have to watch over the fuzzies as well as my own chicks, you know? Okay, I'm ready to shove off. Tell White Deer thank you for me."

  I popped in to give Randa and Kip good-bye kisses. After giving me a hug that I never wanted to end, Murray escorted me to the door.

  "Take care of my babies—they are the most precious gifts in the world I have."

  "You think I don't know that?" She looked at me as if I were crazy. "Get moving, drive safely, and call me when you get home. I want to make sure you get there."
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  * * * *

  I Gave Harlow and Andrew quick calls and we all touched base and made sure we were on the same wavelength. We agreed to meet the next day—Wednesday—during the afternoon. Andrew wanted to come right over when he heard what had happened and I was tempted, but I also knew that I needed a good night's sleep. I wouldn't be able to close my eyes if he stayed with me. His presence had far too strong an effect on my underutilized libido. I promised to call if anything happened and made up the sofa bed after hanging up. I wanted a fast retreat out the door if Mr. B & U decided to pay me another visit.

  The whispers started the minute I turned out the lights. They went on all night, echoing through the house. I curled into a little ball on the sofa; the cats snuggled uneasily around my feet. My slumber came in fits as I tossed and turned, skirting the edge of consciousness. Once I woke up and thought I saw a bright light go skittering across the ceiling, but then as I shook my head and rubbed my eyes, it disappeared and I wasn't sure if it had been the remnant of a nightmare or if it had been real. With a shiver, I turned to press against the back of the sofa, and pulled the covers over my head. By morning I had managed to eke out enough sleep to leave me groggy but functional.

  Unwilling to step into my shower so soon after yesterday's fiasco, I used the downstairs bathroom, but I still had to go upstairs to get dressed. I hesitated a moment before opening the door to my room. Everything felt out of place, though nothing had been touched, and I had the eerie feeling of being watched the entire time I got dressed. I hurried as fast as I could and decided to eat breakfast out.

  After a quick stop at Starbucks for my special—a triple grandé iced mocha, organic milk, no whip—I gave the kids a call to say hello. They were fine, they missed me and I missed them, but they sounded like they were having fun.

  I hit the only mall in town, elbowing my way through the crowds at the local Target and Bon Marché like Moses parting the Red Sea. I had promised the kids Christmas this year, and damn it, we were going to have one. Shopping for them was easy—sweaters and an astronomy program that Randa wanted, a high-powered telescope to blow the dinky one she had out of the water. Kip would be happy with video games and a selection of Transformer and Harry Potter action figures.

  I loaded up the cart with decorations and ornaments, too. I decided to settle any potential arguments over ornament color by using gold and silver balls. Crimson bows, multicolored twinkle lights, and brilliant ropes of gold and silver bead garlands completed what we would need for the tree. Along the way to the cash register, I picked up stockings—one for each child and cat. By the time I reached the cashier, I sighed and handed over my card. Resigned to being in debt forever, I watched her swipe it through.

  * * * *

  By the time I got home, Harlow and Andrew were waiting on the front step. They huddled together like conspirators planning a Third World coup. I dragged them into the kitchen and they scribbled notes about my watery encounter with the spirit as I phoned in an order for pizza. Cooking was out for the night; I wasn't wasting time or energy on it.

  "Ha!" Harlow laughed and pushed a length of golden crimped hair out of the way. "We should call you 'Showers with Spirits.' "

  "Funny, lady, funny. Go answer the door; here's a twenty. Tip the delivery boy." Pizzarama was running a special that included two three-topping pizzas and a two-liter bottle of soda for a flat fifteen dollars. Andrew divided the slices with a knife while I handed out paper plates. Once we were settled, Harl picked at her dinner as usual, while I dove into a thick wedge. I was hungry and didn't care who knew it, though I felt conspicuous next to Harl's eat-like-a-bird approach.

  She pulled out her Day-Timer and opened it to a page of notes jotted down in brilliant red ink. "Karri called me about an hour before I came over. She finally found a phone number that Susan gave her." She held out a thin slip of paper.

  "Diana's?" I held the paper up to the light.

  "Not quite. It belongs to the girl's landlord. I called and said that I was Diana's cousin and I wanted to surprise her by coming to visit but didn't have the exact address, only this number. The landlady is chatty, let me tell you that. I have the feeling that if Diana finds out how chatty, she's gonna find a new place to live right away. Within the course of our ten-minute conversation, I managed to find out that Diana's a rather unstable young woman who has a job in a bookstore, or owns a bookstore or something like that. She doesn't have any close friends, and her landlady thinks she's been drinking too much as of late."

  "So what do we do? Go up to her door and knock?" Now that we had her address, I was starting to get cold feet. "What on earth do we say? 'Did your father tell you that your mother's dead? Oh, and by the way, your mom's haunting us until we help her out'?"

  Harlow gently patted her lips with her napkin. I marveled that her lipstick stayed put with only a faint trace of a Cupid's bow showing on the linen. "I think we can come up with something more diplomatic than that if we put our heads together."

  I waited for a moment, testing to see whether any brilliant deductions would surface, but the only thing that came out of my pause was a delicate burp. I blushed. "I talked to Murray. She said Walter never mentioned Diana when the cops talked to him about Susan's death. I bet he hasn't told her about her mother."

  "I know." Harl grinned at me. "We'll simply tell her that we were her mother's friends, that we're paying our respects and are sorry about what happened. Karri told me that in the past few months, Susan mentioned that she and Diana were trying to rebuild their relationship."

  That was an interesting tidbit. "One way or another, we'll find out if Walter contacted Diana when we talk to her. Why don't we invite her to the memorial for Susan? You can bet Walter won't, if they're at odds as much as Karri says they are. Speaking of which"—I turned to Andrew—"how are plans for the service going?"

  "Got it all set up. I've notified the paper about the event, so he can't back out. Prepare for a deluge—people loved Susan, and the affair is going to be swamped. But we can watch him in action then."

  "Murray's convinced he's innocent." I made a decision. "Harlow, how about we just get this over with? Let's drive down to Seattle and visit Diana tomorrow." I wasn't looking forward to being the bearer of bad news, but our options were limited. I dreaded thinking about what would happen if we got there and the girl hadn't heard of her mother's death. How were we going to tell her?

  Harlow's eyes were bright, and I noticed that her pupils were a little dilated. "Are you feeling okay?" I asked.

  "Hmm? Oh, yes. I didn't sleep very good last night."

  Andrew filled us in on the memorial party. He had persuaded the writers group to host it so soon by offering to coordinate everything himself. After a short speech on what Susan had meant to her fans, apparently every eye in the room had been watering, and he had his go-ahead. I wondered how much he was spending out of his own pocket for this but wasn't sure how to ask without seeming nosy or, worse, patronizing. I had no idea whether Andrew made a good living from his work. His car was nice but not fancy, his clothing well kept but not the latest fashion. He said he wasn't as well known as Susan, and I assumed that meant he didn't sell as many books as she did.

  "So, we're set. Tomorrow we visit Diana and on Saturday we see what we can find out from Walt."

  "Okay. I'll be here at eight-thirty sharp tomorrow. Be ready to go." Harl pushed back from the table and picked up her dish, depositing it into the sink.

  "Sounds good."

  Andrew caught me near the refrigerator. "Can I stay for a while?" His whisper told me that he wanted to be alone.

  Together. Just the two of us. My mind weighed the question, but my heart answered. "Sure," I whispered back. Was I falling for him? Or was I just infatuated? I pushed aside the question, it didn't matter; all I knew was that I wanted him to stay.

  Harlow left, giving us both a tentative hug. Something was out of sorts with her, but she didn't seem in the mood to talk. We would catch up on our way to Seatt
le.

  Andrew sat on the sofa and cautiously pulled me onto his lap, taking care not to bump my knee. "No protests." His arms found their way around my waist and I relaxed, leaning against his shoulder. "Let's not talk about Susan or ghosts or danger. I want to kiss you. I want to nibble on your ears. I'm telling you this in case you want me to leave, because once I get started, I'm not going to want to stop. Tell me how far I can take you, Emerald. If I can take you at all."

  He traced a line from my breasts, where the top buttons on my shirt were open, along my neck, gently grazing the skin. I shuddered. It had been so long since a man had touched me, had made me tingle and zing along every nerve in my body. His hand slid into the depths of my hair and he turned my head so I was facing directly into his eyes. "I don't know where this is going and I can't give you an answer. But I want you more than I've wanted any woman in a long, long time."

  I bent my head, taking his lower lip between my teeth and sucking gently. Black eyes flashing, he let out a quiet groan. I wrapped my arms around him as he lifted me higher onto his lap. He buried his face in my breasts and I pulled him to me, my breath coming in gasps as he slid one hand up my shirt and fingered my nipples through the silk of my bra. Delicious and dizzying—no one had touched me this way in so long. I tugged at my blouse buttons as he reached around to unhook me.

  "Ripe," he murmured. "So round and heavy." He cupped them, squeezing gently, as if he were testing peaches; then with a firm grip, as if he owned them and me along with them. As he sucked greedily, I shifted to allow him access and he flipped me over, looming above me and I lay flat, pressed against the sofa, with his tongue flickering against my nipples as his fingers slid under my skirt to make the ache between my legs grow. I fought for control, fought to retain some sense of self, but his energy threatened to embrace me, to overwhelm me.

  "No—no—not yet!" A shiver of despair echoed up my spine.

  Andrew stopped where he was, staring at me through those dark and brilliant eyes, hair falling out of his ponytail to trail down against my skin. His lips were set, not in a smile, but in a firm line, and when he looked at me I felt that he was searching for a path into my soul.