It was firm, but it crackled a little. It was the beginning of the ice season here, and she knew better.
That was a death sentence if she went in.
Because she didn’t want to die, and then have to explain that to Julian as she was his new spirit guide, she slowly leaned on the ice, seeing if she could reach where the woman pointed.
It was a no-go.
Then, she had an idea.
“Bethany, help,” she whispered, calling for her spirit guide to show up.
It didn’t take her long.
It never did.
The dead, petite woman appeared and was standing on the ice in front of the woman who anchored her.
“She said she’s in the water. Can you do your thing?” Tori asked.
Bethany nodded.
“Don’t worry. I’ll find her,” she said, already anticipating what Tori was looking for in the water. She could see and hear the dead woman’s sobs from the top of the hill.
The dead called to the dead.
Without care, Bethany walked on the ice, and when she found a spot, she crouched down and moved the thin layer of snow off of the ice with her hand.
Bishop only saw footsteps appear, and then the snow moving as if someone was wiping steam off a mirror or window.
It was creepy.
Then again, Bethany was a very old spirit, and creepy was her middle name—or so Bishop had heard from those who could see her.
“Yeah, you have a problem. Slide me your phone,” Bethany suggested, and when Tori did, it was picked up, and a photo was taken.
Immediately, Bethany walked it back to her.
“That’s freaky,” Bishop said. “I get why that freaks the hell out of people.”
Yeah, Tori did too.
When she took the phone and opened the camera app, that’s when they all saw it.
There was a woman frozen in the tributary. Her face was there, and her hands were pressed to the frozen layer of water as if she was locked in some prison.
Yeah, they had a body.
Someone had met an icy cold death.
And now, it had fallen in her lap.
Julian was going to kill her. Apparently, she couldn’t go anywhere.
Chapter Three
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