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“Why him?” Ethan asked. “Why unearth his skull and use magic on it?”
I grimaced. “You know better than to ask that. There are any number of disturbing reasons. We just need to narrow it down to the one at play here.” I checked the clock in the corner. “Mallory and Catcher and CPAN will be here within the hour. We can ask them.”
He kissed my neck. “In the meantime, perhaps we can revisit those control issues we addressed last night.”
How was a woman supposed to resist that?
• • •
“Merit found the deceased’s information,” Ethan said when Mallory and Catcher had arrived and we’d escorted them to his office.
“His name’s Mickey Riley,” I explained as we gathered around the conference table and the tablet I’d set up. “Part of Capone’s gang.”
Catcher’s brows lifted as he took in the bio, the picture. “He’s a gangster. Interesting.”
“Interesting face,” Mallory said. “Although that might be overly kind. I don’t like to say this, but he looks kind of . . . evil.”
“Rough around the edges, certainly,” I said. “He was killed in prison in 1929.”
“I polled the House,” Ethan said, “and no one here in the early part of the century knew the name.” That included Lindsey, who’d known some less-than-reputable times during her stint as a New York flapper and moll.
“What’s the latest on your end?” Ethan asked.
“Mr. Riley’s corpse—well, ninety percent of it—is at the medical examiner’s office,” Catcher said. “He’ll stay there in a climate-controlled environment until the investigation’s complete, at which point he’ll be reinterred, hopefully with all of his parts. As to the perp, there aren’t any security cams in the area and a canvass didn’t turn up any witnesses to the incident, the perp, or the car. But the crime scene team will run prints, swab for DNA. We might find some evidence yet.”
He crossed his arms, dipped his chin. I’d come to recognize that as Catcher’s “getting down to business” look. “Your ghost,” he said.
“Annabelle reviewed the video,” I said. “She thinks it’s a ghost but can’t verify conclusively without actually feeling the magic.”
Catcher nodded. “She’s careful. I like it.”
“She also confirmed last night it was possible he followed us home.”
“So you have the summoned spirit of a gangster in the basement of your building.”
“That seems to be the whole of it,” Ethan said. “I’ve lived for many years, and I’ve had an encounter or two with the recently deceased. But this is a first even for me.”
Catcher checked his watch. “What time will CPAN be here?”
Ethan bit back a grin. “Anytime now. Are you familiar with their work?”
“I’m not,” Catcher said, sliding his gaze to his wife. “But Mallory did a bit of paranormal investigating during her occult phase.”
Mallory had explored many hobbies before her magic had bubbled to the surface, including an obsession with the supernatural. “I went on one ghost tour,” she said defensively. “They weren’t the ones that led it, and it was my only involvement with ghost-hunting types.” She smiled. “Back then, I preferred my vampires sparkly and my monsters fictional.”
I gave Catcher a speculative glance. “Has that changed?”
His look was dour.
Mallory bumped his shoulder. “I’m surprised in this day and age you don’t have the equipment—the ghost vacuums and poltergeist scrubbers and whatever else.”
“Poltergeist scrubbers?” Catcher asked.
Mallory shrugged. “I figure the Ombudsman gets all sorts of supernatural-sundries catalogues. You know—your supernatural-wrangling devices, your detective capes and monocles, that kind of thing.”
Catcher rolled his eyes at his wife, but a smile curved his lips, just as she’d planned. Spousal management was an undeniably valuable skill.
“I doubt they’ll bring ghost vacuums or poltergeist scrubbers,” Ethan said, “even if they do exist. They will bring expertise and information. And that’s what we need right now.”
