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After a few minutes of intense concentration, I wiped sweat from my forehead. Unlike Angelique, I'd been at this long enough to make it look like I was working hard. When I "finished," my hands were trembling, and the cameramen zoomed in on them and my glistening brow. Even Grady looked impressed--though maybe that's because his gaze was glued to my heaving bosom.
"Oh, I think--" I said finally. "Yes, here she...Can you hear me, Tansy?" I paused. "Good. I was just checking. We had some trouble making contact there."
Another pause. Then a grave nod. "I completely understand."
Around me, all had gone silent. Even the most jaded leaned forward, hoping. That's the appeal of ghosts. Hope. That prayer for proof that we exist--in some conscious form--after death. With ghosts, even the staunchest paranormal skeptics wouldn't mind
being proven wrong.
I played into that with the conviction only a necromancer can have--the knowledge that the spirit of Tansy Lane really was out there somewhere. Just not here. Not now. A minor hurdle easily overcome with decent acting skills.
"I have someone here who'd like to speak to you, Tansy." I moved aside.
Angelique glanced around, then took a slow step back. "You brought her through. You should talk to her first."
Becky motioned the cameraman forward. "No, Jaime's right. She helped. It's your turn."
After a few protests, Angelique gave in and started fumbling almost immediately, now unable to hide behind the pretense that Tansy was out of reach.
I took my spot on the bench and braced myself against the ghost. It was the only thing I could do, short of claiming illness and forfeiting my segment. Even if this was only going on the DVD, it would be seen by people who mattered, and knowing something about Tansy's background gave me the edge I'd need to outperform an amateur and an Englishman who, I hoped, knew little of the case. So I was staying put.
The spirit left me alone for a few blessed minutes, then started up again. No slaps this time, just the whispers and gentle strokes on my hand that seemed oddly apologetic.
I'd have to deal with this. Not now, but tonight, when everyone had retired. Get out my kit and do a full-scale summoning. As much as I longed to ignore it, I couldn't risk this ghost interfering with the shoot.
When a young woman slid up beside me, close enough to get on camera should it pivot my way, I gave a distracted smile and stepped aside to give her room. I'm used to that--people sidling into camera range.
The girl edged toward me again. "You wanted to talk to me?"
I motioned that I couldn't speak right now. Bad enough I'd already interrupted Angelique. I couldn't be seen chatting with guests during her segment.
"Who is she talking to?" the young woman asked.
I leaned over. "She's contacted the ghost of--"
I stopped as a nearby guard turned to stare at me. I recognized that look all too well. It starts with a frown of confusion, followed by a sweeping glance around me, then the cautious look one bestows on people who carry on conversations with thin air.
By now you'd think I'd be able to recognize a ghost. But here was a seemingly corporeal young woman in a party gown appropriate for tonight's event. The only sign that she was a ghost was that no one else was paying attention to her, despite the fact that she was young and beautiful.
"Who--?" I stopped as her first words came back. "Tansy?"
She grinned. "Who else? You're lucky I got your message. You must have done something wrong, because it didn't come straight through to me. Someone watching the show came to tell me. Too cool. I've never been summoned by a...What do they call you guys again?"
"Necromancer," I said, trying to speak without moving my lips.
"Freaky." She waved at Angelique. "Speaking of freaky, what's up with that chick?"
"Wait!" Angelique said. "Tansy's trying to tell me some--"
Tansy let out a peal of laughter. "She thinks she's talking to me? But she's not one of you. She doesn't have that weird glow."
"She thinks she does."
"Really?" A mischievous grin. "Maybe it's just running low tonight. Let's find out."
Tansy skipped over and planted herself in front of Angelique, then started making faces and gesturing wildly.
"Tansy?" Angelique was saying. "Is there something you want to tell me?"
