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“You might do more harm than good by avoiding her. I find it best to rip off the Band-Aid.”
“I’m sure that’s a form of torture where you come from.”
“The hairier the legs the better.”
“Legs? You’re letting them off easy down there, Sullivan. No wonder they’ve put someone else in charge.”
He didn’t respond to that. “Make the arrangements and let me know. Choose an afternoon, maybe three o’clock when we’re not busy.”
“On it.” It would be simple enough to contact her. I still had her business card in my handbag.
He turned to leave.
“Hey, Kane.”
Slowly, he pivoted to face me. “Yes, Miss Clay?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For giving a shit.” I turned and hurried to the front door before he could see my face. My cheeks were hot enough to burn Atlanta to the ground all over again. I had no idea what came over me back there.
“Well, that was an interesting conversation.”
I stopped at the front door to see Ray hovering at the far end of the porch. “Eavesdropping again? Don’t you have a skill to be mastering?”
“Not on purpose. My hearing is much better now that I’m dead. It takes some getting used to.”
“You’ve been dead for years.”
“You know as well as I do that time and space work differently for us.”
I unlocked the door. “Is he gone?”
“He’s gone. Didn’t look happy about it though. Looked like he might want to stay a long while. Maybe even overnight.”
I scowled at the ghost. “We’re trying to get rid of this Naomi Smith from The Corporation. That means working together.”
“Makes sense. You two work well together. My wife and I made a great team, too, once upon a time. I’d wash the dishes and she’d dry. We’d play Motown and dance while we did it. Our system was flawless, except that one time I dropped a serving bowl.”
“I bet she wasn’t happy about that.”
“That’s the thing. She had an inner peace that meant no angry outbursts. She danced her way to the pantry for the dustpan and brush and then handed them to me.”
“Good woman.”
Ray’s smile turned wistful. “The best.”
“Kane is a demon, though. A prince of hell. He isn’t like you or your wife.” I stepped into the house and shut the door before he could respond and wrapped myself in cold silence.
My phone rang and, for once, I was grateful for the intrusion. “Weston Davies, as I live and breathe.”
“Any luck with our sleep monster?”
“We don’t know that it’s a monster, but no. Not yet. Did you gather the information I requested?”
“That’s why I’m calling. I can text it to you as an attachment.”
