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“Which means what?” Ray asked.
“A bridge works in two directions. You can use smoke to get rid of the spirits you don’t want or use it to have positive spirits cross overtoyou.”
Nana Pratt pursed her lips, appearing to process the information. “And we’re considered positive spirits, so we’d be able to stay?”
“The simple answer is yes.”
“I thought shamans were supposed to be women,” Ray said. “I saw that in a documentary once.”
“Traditionally, they were.”
“Well, either way, this is good news,” Nana Pratt said.
“It is.” Ashley was still alive and, even better, she was in Fairhaven, sort of—that part was ambiguous.
“Are you going to tell Steven?”
“Not yet. I don’t want to get his hopes up, and I don’t have anything specific to tell him.”
“You should call that Mr. Sullivan and thank him,” Nana Pratt said. “Is he single?”
“Demons like Kane Sullivan are always single.”
“I could understand having trouble finding someone in a huge city like London, but Fairhaven is a small town. It should be easy,” Ray mused.
I agreed. It suggested someone was blocking any locator magic. Unfortunately, in a town with this many supernaturals, the list of those with that capability or access to that capability was too long to contemplate.
CHAPTER10
Steven showed up on schedule the next morning. He carried his version of a toolkit, which was a well-worn brown leather bag that contained whatever items were necessary to revive my aging computer.
He sat at the desk and flexed his fingers, as though preparing to play a piano. My mind flicked to Otto. I still had to uphold my promise to visit the vampire within the next week. It seemed that favors made the world go round in Fairhaven.
“Let me know if you need anything,” I said. “I’ll be in the living room with headphones and a hammer.”
“Sounds like a dangerous combination,” Steven remarked.
“You should offer him a drink at the very least,” Nana Pratt urged, as I wandered out of the kitchen area. “Maybe scramble a few eggs.”
“I’m not playing hostess. That wasn’t part of the deal.”
The old woman followed behind me, persistent. “It’s not about your deal. It’s about common decency.”
I put on my headphones and started the playlist on my phone. Otto was right about me; I missed playing music. Unfortunately I’d learned that wasn’t a safe option for me. I lost myself in music and losing myself wasn’t something I could afford to do, so I gave it up.
As I raised the hammer, Nana Pratt positioned herself between me and my chosen nail. I let the hammer drop anyway, and it cut right through her. She gasped, seeming to forget that the tool couldn’t actually hurt her. Although her mouth moved, I continued to focus on the plank of wood. She seemed intent on distracting me. I whipped off the headphones and glared at her.
“What is it now?”
“He needs your password,” she said.
I turned around to see Steven in the arched doorway behind me. “I need your password,” he said.
“I have a password?”
“According to your computer.”
Well, crap. “Let me think.”
