now, she’d see
a vase of pretty roses floating a few feet off the floor and would either faint or
quit on the spot.
The woman wouldn’t be the first to run out screaming at the stuff that went
on around here. Hel , sometimes Julia herself was tempted to. After al , she
didn’t have any powers; she couldn’t do anything like what Aidan, Mick, Derek
or, God help her, Olivia, could. She just had a relationship with a dead guy.
One guy. There were no other ghosts in her world. Sometimes, like now, even
one was way too many, and she wondered what it might be like to have a
normal life.
Then Morgan put the vase down. Winking, he flashed her that unbelievable
smile, the one that had claimed her heart long ago when they’d met on the job
with the Charleston PD. And Julia mental y acknowledged what she’d known
since the day she’d first seen his ghost, backing her up the way he always had
when he was alive: Normal was way overrated.
“Oh, hey, I forgot to tel you something.”
Julia went back to her typing. “Uh-huh?”
“Your friend, Olivia? Something’s up with her.”
That caught her interest, mainly because Olivia had done something she’d
never done in the more than two years she’d worked here. She’d cal ed in
sick. “What?”
“I’m not sure. But somebody’s been looking for her, trying to get at her.”
“Somebody . . . like who?” she asked, wishing he would just get to the point.
“Wel ,” he replied, “somebody . . . like me.”
Chapter 4
“Just wait until you get a load of this.”
Startled, Ty looked up, realizing his partner was back again from his latest
interaction with their new witness. This time, though, Gabe didn’t look hopeful
about having a break in their case. Instead, he looked both angry and a little
disgusted. Ty couldn’t remember ever seeing that expression on his face
before. While his partner could be a total hard-ass who was absolutely
fearless on the job, for the most part, Gabe Cooper seemed most natural
when doing his you-can-trust-me-I’m-just-a-good-ol’-boy thing.
“What’s up? You get anywhere with the Wainwright woman?”
“You’re not going to believe what she wanted me to let her do,” his partner
said, throwing himself down into an empty chair. He quickly explained the
woman’s bizarre request, adding, “Is that whacked or what? I almost fel outta
my chair.”
“What’d you do instead?”
“What do you think? I ended the interview and escorted her to the exit.”
Too bad. Ty was very curious about the woman. “She say why she wanted to
see the remains for herself?”
“No,” Gabe snapped, “but I assume it has something to do with the fact that
she works with that paranormal detective agency, eXtreme Investigations.”
Ty had heard of the outfit, though only in the most general how-stupid-is-this-
shit terms most cops used when talking about psychics. As for Ty? Wel , he
wasn’t gonna cal himself a believer, but he wasn’t a skeptic, either. Some
mysteries couldn’t be explained by normal means. As far as he was
concerned, the idea of somebody having the brains to read another person’s
mind was no crazier than thinking man might soon figure out a way to travel
outside the solar system. Yet one concept was laughed at, the other
considered a likely possibility in the future.
“I think I’d like to get a look at this woman,” he admitted.
Gabe had grabbed his laptop off his own desk and began punching on the
keys. Then he turned the thing around so Ty could see the screen. It was a
Web site for the paranormal detective agency and included pictures of the
staff.
Ty couldn’t help whistling. Olivia Wainwright was a beauty—a little skinny,
maybe, but pretty in a fragile way. Part of him wondered if that’s what had
Gabe so riled up: worrying that such an attractive, delicate-looking female
might be as nutty as a Snickers bar. But he didn’t think that was it. Gabe had
never been one
a vase of pretty roses floating a few feet off the floor and would either faint or
quit on the spot.
The woman wouldn’t be the first to run out screaming at the stuff that went
on around here. Hel , sometimes Julia herself was tempted to. After al , she
didn’t have any powers; she couldn’t do anything like what Aidan, Mick, Derek
or, God help her, Olivia, could. She just had a relationship with a dead guy.
One guy. There were no other ghosts in her world. Sometimes, like now, even
one was way too many, and she wondered what it might be like to have a
normal life.
Then Morgan put the vase down. Winking, he flashed her that unbelievable
smile, the one that had claimed her heart long ago when they’d met on the job
with the Charleston PD. And Julia mental y acknowledged what she’d known
since the day she’d first seen his ghost, backing her up the way he always had
when he was alive: Normal was way overrated.
“Oh, hey, I forgot to tel you something.”
Julia went back to her typing. “Uh-huh?”
“Your friend, Olivia? Something’s up with her.”
That caught her interest, mainly because Olivia had done something she’d
never done in the more than two years she’d worked here. She’d cal ed in
sick. “What?”
“I’m not sure. But somebody’s been looking for her, trying to get at her.”
“Somebody . . . like who?” she asked, wishing he would just get to the point.
“Wel ,” he replied, “somebody . . . like me.”
Chapter 4
“Just wait until you get a load of this.”
Startled, Ty looked up, realizing his partner was back again from his latest
interaction with their new witness. This time, though, Gabe didn’t look hopeful
about having a break in their case. Instead, he looked both angry and a little
disgusted. Ty couldn’t remember ever seeing that expression on his face
before. While his partner could be a total hard-ass who was absolutely
fearless on the job, for the most part, Gabe Cooper seemed most natural
when doing his you-can-trust-me-I’m-just-a-good-ol’-boy thing.
“What’s up? You get anywhere with the Wainwright woman?”
“You’re not going to believe what she wanted me to let her do,” his partner
said, throwing himself down into an empty chair. He quickly explained the
woman’s bizarre request, adding, “Is that whacked or what? I almost fel outta
my chair.”
“What’d you do instead?”
“What do you think? I ended the interview and escorted her to the exit.”
Too bad. Ty was very curious about the woman. “She say why she wanted to
see the remains for herself?”
“No,” Gabe snapped, “but I assume it has something to do with the fact that
she works with that paranormal detective agency, eXtreme Investigations.”
Ty had heard of the outfit, though only in the most general how-stupid-is-this-
shit terms most cops used when talking about psychics. As for Ty? Wel , he
wasn’t gonna cal himself a believer, but he wasn’t a skeptic, either. Some
mysteries couldn’t be explained by normal means. As far as he was
concerned, the idea of somebody having the brains to read another person’s
mind was no crazier than thinking man might soon figure out a way to travel
outside the solar system. Yet one concept was laughed at, the other
considered a likely possibility in the future.
“I think I’d like to get a look at this woman,” he admitted.
Gabe had grabbed his laptop off his own desk and began punching on the
keys. Then he turned the thing around so Ty could see the screen. It was a
Web site for the paranormal detective agency and included pictures of the
staff.
Ty couldn’t help whistling. Olivia Wainwright was a beauty—a little skinny,
maybe, but pretty in a fragile way. Part of him wondered if that’s what had
Gabe so riled up: worrying that such an attractive, delicate-looking female
might be as nutty as a Snickers bar. But he didn’t think that was it. Gabe had
never been one
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