Krewe of Hunters 1 Phantom Evil by Heather Graham

we’re expecting a visit from the senator,” Jackson told him. “And, sometime tonight, Jenna and Will are going to arrive, and our team will be complete.”
    â€œWhat do Will and Jenna do?” Angela asked him.
    â€œJenna is a nurse—Irish,” Jackson said, shrugging. “And Will is an actor and a musician—an illusionist.”
    â€œHow interesting,” Angela said. “You were a profiler, working in the field. I was a cop. Jake is a musician—”
    â€œAnd a computer wizard and sound engineer,” Jackson interrupted.
    â€œAh,” Angela murmured.
    â€œAnd now we’ll be getting an illusionist—and a nurse,” Whitney said. “And, then, of course, you have me. An expert with cameras, film and what’s fake on them and not.”
    â€œThe nurse must be coming in case we injure ourselves—tangled up in film or sound equipment,” Jake said, grinning.
    Jackson kept quiet. Angela thought that there had to be another reason they were getting a woman who was a nurse. She looked at Jackson, but he just said, “Will has gained a tremendous reputation for his illusions. He was asked to do a show for one of the paranormal TV networks. He turned it down.”
    â€œThat’s interesting,” Whitney said. She looked around at them all, and then sighed. “Jackson must know this—I was working for a cable program—and I was accused of doctoring the film to create an effect. And I didn’t, and I was furious that anyone would think that I had. Anyway, I probably should have just said that I did it, let everyone have a laugh and gone on to get back to work. But I didn’t doctor the film, and the film wound up disappearing, and I quit before I could be fired.”
    â€œWhat was on the film?” Angela asked.
    â€œIt looked like the ghost of a floating woman. We were out at one of the plantations. All kinds of companies have filmed out there, and you know, when it’s going to be on television they reenact the ‘haunting.’ The thing is, we hadn’t even started working on the images yet—and there she was. I don’t know how they think I pulled it off—minus an actress, lighting, editing equipment—but, supposedly, I did.”
    â€œIntriguing,” Angela said, looking at Jackson.
    â€œThere’s usually something that isn’t what it appears, and it usually is manipulated,” Jackson said. “Anyway, Will and Whitney are our film team, Jake is a computer whiz—he can, and has, hacked into many places.” He smiled, staring at Jake.
    â€œNothing terrible. I just know my way around a computer,” Jake said in his defense.
    When the meal ended, Jackson suggested that he and Angela go back—just in case the senator arrived early—while the others went and did some grocery shopping.
    They left Jake and Whitney at the corner store on Royal, and headed on up toward Dauphine.
    The house seemed just a house when they reached it again. Jackson opened the door and keyed in the alarm.
    â€œYou’re still sure you want to sleep in Regina Holloway’s bedroom?” Jackson asked her.
    â€œAbsolutely,” she said earnestly.
    â€œOkay, then we’ll pack up our things and move to that wing. I’ll take the bedroom right next to it.”
    They set about the task. As they did so, Angela realized that once the other two arrived, all six of them could be in the house—and not even run into one another unless they descended to the kitchen or the courtyard at the same time.
    She had just brought her belongings into the room and stepped out onto the balcony over the courtyard when the gate swung open and a black limousine drove in.
    The driver stepped out. He was tall, dark-haired and handsome. He smiled, displaying deep dimples as he opened the back door. That had to be Grable Haines.
    First out was a hulk. A true hulk. She assumed it was the