Page 152 of Icy Cold Death

“DON’T. TELL. JULIAN. OR. LUCIAN. THEY. ALSO. PAY. ME. IN. GAMBLING. TOKENS. THEY. WILL. SEND. ME. HOME. WITH. YOU. BIBLE. BOOK. WOMAN.”

Both women were amused.

Even Genesis laughed at the fact that he couldn’t find her name on the radio. It was a crazy name, so she got it.

“Hey, Trey,” Genesis said. “It’s nice to meet you. I’d let you come to my house, but it’s a ghost free zone.”

Trey protested.

“NOTHING. IS. GHOST. FREE.”

She laughed.

“Warding. Many places are ghost free,” she said. “Like my head.”

Tori lifted a brow.

Had this woman somehow found a way to keep the dead away from her?

That made her curious.

“You warded your house?” she asked.

Genesis shook her head.

“No. It just seems to be like that place where nothing gets through. You know how sometimes phones don’t work in certain areas? Ghosts stay out of my home. It’s silent, and I feel nothing there.”

That was interesting.

Tori changed the subject.

“What did you find on us when you researched us?” she asked. “You know since you’re stuck with us until we solve this, or your two weeks are up?”

She shrugged.

“I just found that the Littlemoons are shrouded by mystery. If you had a giant Great Dane, and a Mystery Machine, one might say you guys are meddlesome kids.”

Tori snorted, getting her childhood reference.

“Dibs on being the hot one for a change,” she said, pointing at Bishop.

The woman was amused.

“Anyway, you guys close cases. I’m talking about the hard ones too. A hundred-year-old murder? That’s not easy. Cold cases suck.”

Well, yeah, they did, but they had help, so it wasn’t as bad as she thought.

“Is that accurate?”

Tori nodded.

“I told you we’re psychic, or most of us are. Bishop isn’t. Her husband the lawyer is. Bexley isn’t. Hailey is. We’re a mixed bag.”

She saw that.

“Why are you really here?” she asked. “I mean, the truth is always nice.”

They’d been honest.

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