Page 22 of Wraith's Revenge

“Hard to do that if he’s been murdered.” She paused. “Although, given he’s such a determined bastard, he’d just come back from the dead and continue on as normal.”

I laughed, as she’d no doubt intended.

“If we were home, I’d ask Aiden to let me view the victim’s belongings and see if I could find something to trace him with. But we’re not, so...” I trailed off and shrugged.

“You could talk to Samuel. He might be amenable.”

“I guess, but they’ve no doubt a ton of stronger psi hunters they could turn to in this sort of situation.”

“Stronger, maybe, but as experienced?” She wrinkled her nose. “Unlikely, given there hasn’t been a ‘this sort of situation’ here for over a decade. We, on the other hand, have experienced said situations quite regularly.”

“Let’s hope the wild magic’s new vigor doesn’t mean we’ll be facing more of them for years ahead.”

“Amen to that.” She tucked her arm back through mine. “Ready to move on? Mom will be annoyed if we’re late for dinner.”

I laughed again. “No, she won’t. She’ll just be happy to have us all the same city again.”

We continued on through the parking area and found Ashworth and Eli parked in the short-term waiting zone near the exit gate.

“How’d things go today?” Eli asked, once we’d both climbed in.

“Aside from Belle informing my father the sorcerer had a body bag with his name on it, about as well as can be expected,” I replied.

Ashworth laughed as he started the car and headed out into the traffic. “What happened to letting the authorities deal with that bit of news?”

“The bastard annoyed me,” Belle said. “Couldn’t help it.”

“Understandable, I guess,” Eli said. “How’d he take the news?”

“He was suitably unimpressed.” I shrugged, though neither man would be able to see the movement. “Eli, did you contact Hattie about getting hold of the old files?”

“I did. She said she’d bring them home this evening.” He turned around to look at me. “Are you sure you want to be viewing them? It might raise a few nasty memories.”

“Can’t get any nastier than unwittingly walking into an almost exact copy of my sister’s death.”

Or I hoped it couldn’t. Precognition hadn’t bothered me much in the last couple of days, but the respite might not last if these kills ramped up.

Belle squeezed my hand, and I glanced at her, smiling. I’m fine. Really.

She didn’t say anything, but she knew the lie.

As we crawled through the peak hour traffic, heading toward the Sarr family compound in Campbell, Eli regaled us with stories about their visit to Maya, his youngest sister, this afternoon. Apparently, her kids had managed to twist Ashworth around their little fingers and had even elicited a promise that they could come stay with him and Eli next school holidays.

“I am, of course, hoping that the RWA will call me out on a job during that period,” Ashworth said dryly. “I’m not sure what madness had me agreeing, but as gorgeous as the three of them are, I doubt I can handle a week of them. Far too noisy and energetic for this old man.”

“Says the old man who was down on the floor playing fairies with Monika for half the afternoon,” Eli said.

I laughed. “Oh, please tell me you got photos.”

“I surely did.”

“And I threatened violence if he showed them to anyone but family,” Ashworth grumbled.

“Just as well we’re that then,” I said.

“It’s Monty I’m worried about. That lad would have a field day with such photos.”

Belle grinned. “Since when has anything he’s ever said worried you?”

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