red peppers that she’d just finished slicing, the fragrant basil that waited in a wooden bowl. She held a small knife in her hand. It made music, too. The blade stuttered against the rolling butcher’s block that separated us.
Janice Ravenwood wasn’t one to give up easily. “There’s a reporter coming for lunch,” she said. “He should be here any minute.”
“A guy from CNN?”
The blade stopped stuttering and Janice started. “H-how do you know that?”
“I should have told you-I’m psychic.”
She stiffened. “Don’t play with me, Saunders.”
“Okay. Maybe it’s simpler than that. Maybe I got your phone number from the local new age bookstore. Maybe I phoned you myself. And maybe I pretended to be a reporter, and you invited me to lunch.”
“All right. You’ve shown me how smart you are. Now tell me why you’re here.”
“Maybe I came here to find out about you. Maybe I wanted to see what you could do for me. Maybe I wanted to see what Natasha could tell me about a ghost without any skin. Maybe I’d like to know where a ghost like that might hide.
“And maybe I saw another ghost when I got here. Maybe I saw six of them.” I glanced through the kitchen window at the dead witches swinging in the rising storm, and I described each ghost to Janice Ravenwood.
She listened without a word. I wondered what was going on in her head. One thing was sure-she wasn’t letting go of that knife. She stared down at it while I talked. By the time I finished, I could tell she’d regained her composure.
When she looked up, her gaze was appraising. She had questions of her own. The first one began, “Your gift-”
“Don’t call it that.” I wasn’t going to let her take control. “What I’ve got isn’t any kind of gift. It’s a curse. I was born with a caul. I see the dead…or haven’t you guessed that by now?”
“I’ve met people like you before. I’ve even worked with a few…”
She wouldn’t stop staring at me. She was getting too brave.
I pulled the K-bar.
She saw the blood on it.
That shut her up.
“Don’t waste my time,” I said. “I know your game. I’m all done playing it. You can’t give me the answers I came for. But you can give me some answers I need.”
She put down her knife and took a step backward, her hands raised conciliatorily. “I know you don’t believe me. I know you think I’m a fraud. But I can help you if you let me. I do have powers. Maybe not the powers I’ve claimed, but if you’ll give me a chance I’m sure I can tell you anything you want to know.”
Her eyes locked with mine. There was a door behind her. It stood open. Less than five feet separated us, but she was on the other side of that rolling butcher’s block.
I shoved it out of the way and it crashed into the sink, spilling sliced mushrooms and red peppers and basil. Janice turned to run but I caught a handful of her long blonde hair and stopped her cold.
One pull and she was on the floor at my feet. Before she could take a breath, the K-bar blade was against her throat.
Words crossed my tongue like ice. “If you’re not a fraud, then you can call up Circe Whistler’s ghost.”
“What?”
“You heard me. I want to talk to Circe’s ghost. I need to talk to her. If you’re not a fraud, you conjure her up, and you do it now.”
“I… I can’t do that. What you want is impossib-”
“Then you’re a liar.” The blade nicked her skin. “And I’ve got no use for a liar.”
“Wait! You’ve got to believe me! I swear that I can help you if you just give me a chance!”
I’d heard the desperate sound of begging before…and the sound of empty promises. Still, I hesitated. Maybe because this was about the little girl. Maybe I just wanted to give her every chance I could, no matter how slim.
Janice’s fingers brushed my left hand, the hand that held the knife. But she didn’t try to push the blade away.
Instead, she reached for it.
Gripped it. The blade sliced her skin silently-just a shallow cut-but deep enough so that I heard the gentle patter of blood on the scarred linoleum floor.
Janice stared at me.
Her eyes held more secrets than they had a moment before.
“The first one was a long time ago, in Reno,” she began. “You still felt bad about it in those days. His name was Eddie Budz, and he was a blackjack dealer with a bad habit of pocketing chips. You stabbed him six times and he painted you red before he fell. After that, you learned to take them from behind. You killed in Baltimore and Austin and Denver. You spilled blood on Florida sand, and on the snow-blanketed Canadian prairie, and on the sharp black lava of Hawaii.”
Janice kept on talking. I thought she’d never stop.
She was telling the truth, of course.
“The last one was in Los Cabos.” She eyed me hard now, making me pay for my disdain. “But of course, I already know all about him. My gifts aren’t necessary to relate that little tale. Diabolos Whistler was alone, except for those mummies stacked in his library. You came up from behind and stabbed him just above the first vertebra. He gasped a little bit. Then he started mewling-”
“That’s enough.” I pulled her fingers off the blade. “You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know.”
“Ask me anything,” she said. “If this knife was involved, I can give you an answer.”
“Yesterday I found my knife in Circe Whistler’s chest. Someone stabbed her and skinned her alive. I didn’t do it. I need you to tell me who did.”
“I can tell you many things, but I can’t tell you who killed Circe Whistler.”
“You can,” I said. “And you will.”
I raised the K-bar.
A familiar voice behind me: “Drop the knife, Mr. Saunders. For once, Janice is telling the truth.”
The voice raised gooseflesh on my neck, but I didn’t drop the knife. I pivoted fast, catching Janice in a headlock with the blade pressed to her throat.
“Janice can’t tell you about my murder,” Circe said. “You see, I’m not dead.”
Unfortunately, she was right. Diabolos Whistler’s daughter stepped toward me, and she wasn’t a ghost by any stretch of the imagination. Circe was very much alive. Her strong arms were outstretched, and she followed a Colt Python that filled her black-nailed hands.
“You’re full of surprises,” I said.
“So are you.”
“What are you doing here?”
“You think I’m going to miss an interview with CNN? Satan himself wouldn’t miss that.”
I had to laugh. That was why Janice had revealed the true nature of her powers. It was a stall. She wasn’t trying to help me. She was waiting for Circe to bail her out.
“You really had me fooled,” I said. “I really thought that you were dead. Who was the corpse, anyway? One of your doubles?”
“Oh, I don’t think I’ll do any more of your homework for you, Mr. Saunders.”
“Fair’s fair,” I said. “But I really could use the help. I get the feeling that I’m a little out of my league with you.”
“Don’t sell yourself short-you surprised me, too. And you caused me a lot of trouble. You weren’t supposed to run.”
“Sorry I wasn’t more cooperative.” I angled toward the open door. “Maybe you should have filled me in on your plan. Then I would have known just what to do.”
“All you had to do was die.” Circe smiled. “And it’s not too late for that.”
Circe’s gun was five feet from my face.
