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r hands quivered. "When it starts again, there are always more."
More killings. The images stopped while the Nix was in the world of the living, then she returned bearing fresh nightmares for her dead partners.
I asked Lizzie what she'd seen recently, whether she had any idea where the Nix was or where she was headed.
"She seeks a teacher," Lizzie said. "A man named Luther Ross."
My head jerked up. "Luther Ross?"
"You know him?" Kris whispered.
I glanced over at him. "Heard of him. A poltergeist teacher."
Kristof snorted. "Another charlatan."
"No, Ross is actually..." I motioned that I'd explain later and turned back to Lizzie. "What does she want with this teacher?"
"I don't know. I never know. I only see."
Lizzie glanced over at Bridget, who was almost finished cleaning the dining room curtains.
"There's a sale on at Sargent's today," Lizzie said. "Dress material at eight cents a yard."
"Oh," Bridget said, smiling. "Then I will indeed be going out. I'm done here. May I leave now?"
"Certainly."
When Bridget was gone, Lizzie peeked into the living room, where her father had drifted off to sleep.
"Excuse me," she murmured.
While she went to get the hatchet, Kristof and I decided we'd learned all we could from Lizzie Borden, and transported ourselves out before the gore started to fly...again.
20
I LANDED IN A POOL OF WATER.
"Your aim, my dear, is excellent," Kristof said.
He was submerged up to his armpits in muddy water. He looked over at me, the water barely reaching my knees. As he opened his mouth, something jumped from the water, splashing a sheet of brown ooze over his face and into his mouth. I bit my cheek to keep from laughing.
"Sorry," I said as he spit the water out. "I told you I only have one travel code for Honduras."
He spit again, then swim-walked over to me. As he drew close, he gave a wet-dog shake, water spraying in all directions, including mine. I yelped, stumbled back, and fell flat on my ass, with a splash that drenched any part that hadn't fallen under the waterline. He grinned and held out a hand to help me up. I took it, and yanked him down beside me.
He rolled onto his side. His gaze traveled across my wet clothing, and his lips parted.
I cut him off. "If that sentence contains the words 'mud wrestling,' I'd strongly suggest you reconsider them."
"I wasn't going to say anything about mud wrestling. Now, mud bathing, that's a whole other matter. Plenty of people pay good money to do this." He lifted a handful of mud and squeezed it through his fingers. "It would be...interesting, don't you think? A new sensation. You always love a new sensation."
"So you're suggesting this for my benefit?"
"Of course. I won't touch you. Won't even try. I'll just watch." A quick grin. "That'll be enough."
I pushed to my feet.
"God, you're sexy when you're flustered," he said.
