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"Oh, thank God," she said, the words tumbling out on a deep sigh. "I thought I was--" She shuddered and didn't finish.
I stepped closer to Angelique, careful to keep out of touching range.
"What happened, hon?"
"Jaime?" Eve's voice was brisk but gentle. "Get inside. We'll handle this."
"Angelique?" I said.
"I--I knew you and Grady were up to something finding that body, and you kept me out of it because I'm the new kid."
"We never--"
"Jaime, in the house. Now."
"I understand," Angelique said. "I probably would have done the same thing. But I wanted to know what you were doing. Not to mess things up, but just to prove I could help."
Oh, God.
She went on. "That woman came back. The one who was here this morning looking for you. From the paranormal society. The guards said you'd left with your boyfriend. So I followed her out and told her to meet me in the garden."
Eve motioned for me to stop listening.
"She was there," Angelique said. "I told her I was working with you. That I knew all about the bodies and the murders. She lifted a gun. I saw it, but I couldn't believe it, so I just stood there and she fired and--" Her fingers flew to her breast, searching for a hole that wasn't there. "It was special effects, wasn't it? The bullet and the blood and my--my body, lying there..."
I stepped toward her to say--
To say what? The same thing I'd been telling her all along? Don't worry, hon. Leave everything to me. I'll fix it.
I couldn't fix this.
Angelique reached for me. Her fingers passed through my arm and she gasped. Kristof pulled her back.
"Jaime," Eve said. "In the house now!"
Something smacked into the side of my head. As I tottered, I stared at Eve, as if she'd somehow reached through the dimensions and slapped me. I swayed, my legs suddenly too weak to hold me up. Eve's mouth opened, alarm in her eyes. Kristof pointed at something behind a row of bushes. A shout.
The second blow knocked me out.
THE KILLING ROOM
I WOKE LYING ON A COLD, SMOOTH FLOOR. I opened my eyes, but the world stayed dark. To my left, someone was breathing deeply. A voice came from above the breathing. A male voice, young and anxious.
"Come on," he said. "Wake up. You need to wake up."
A second voice, older, weary. "She can't hear you."
"How do you know? People see ghosts all the time. Maybe if you'd help me..."
Ghosts...?
I thought of Angelique and my gut twisted. I'd genuinely wanted to help her, but when helping her interfered with my own agenda, I'd brushed her off and promised myself I'd look after her later. Well, there was no later now. Not for Angelique.
"I think she's waking up," the younger voice said.
"It's probably better for her if she doesn't."
I blinked and lifted my head. High above me a tiny greenish light, like a smoke detector, was the only source of illumination. I blinked hard. After a moment, I could make out figures. One on the floor, long dark curls pooling around her. Hope. That was the breathing I heard. I let out a soft sigh. Unconscious, but alive. Thank God.
