She grunted and did another sit-up. I took that for a 'Yes, but I don't want to talk about it.' I let her do a few more.
'Could you use it to, say, tap the memory of a murdered ghost? Find out what's she's forgotten about her death?'
'If you want me to bring a killer to justice, I'd love to, but it's not in the job description. You were in immediate danger as the result of an investigation to help the Fates. So I could intervene. Otherwise, we have to leave justice to the humans on this side… and mete it out on our side later.'
'I don't mean that.'
I told her about Gabrielle Langdon. It took some prompting-Eve was never one to pay much attention to current affairs-but eventually she remembered who Gabrielle was.
'Could you tell her who killed her? If she really wants to know?'
Eve paused, then nodded. 'If she really wants to know, I think I can.'
'I'll see if I can summon her tonight, then.'
Another nod, and Eve went back to her workout.
When I was done here, I'd call Hope both to talk to her and to find out whether she'd ever dug up the address for Peter's son. If not, I'd do some research myself.
That made two ghosts helped. Plus the children, and Brendan. Not bad for a few days' work.
As for fears of madness, there was something I could do about that too. Go visit Tee in Toronto. I'd been trying to push Tee's image from my brain, forget that I'd ever seen this old friend of my grandmother's now driven so mad by necromancy that she was barely recognizable as human. I'd call Zoe and ask her to take me back to Tee and see whether there was anything I could do for her. Through her maybe I'd learn to face my fears-to see how bad it could be, and deal with that-not pull the covers over my head and pretend it could never happen to me.
My cell phone rang. I saw the number of Jeremy's prepaid phone and grinned.
'Just get in?' I asked as I answered.
'I did. Is everything all right there?'
I could hear the concern in his voice, probably worrying that the police had descended on my hotel room the moment he left.
I smiled. 'Everything's fine. Lying in bed. Writing my good-bye to Hollywood. Eating chocolates. Watching Eve work out. Thankful it's her, not me.'
A soft chuckle. 'Did you get the champagne too?'
'I did. And it's making the letter writing much easier.'
'Good. Did you hear from Hope?' A pause. 'Ah, I see Kate over the crowd. She must be up on Clay's shoulders. I'd better hurry before she sees me and jumps-' A quick inhale. 'Too late.'
'Clay caught her?'
'Fortunately, though, she's not too happy about-'
Kate's scream cut across the miles.
I laughed. 'I'll let you go then.'
'So you're fine?'
'Never been better.'
As I hung up, I smiled to myself. Never been better, indeed.
About the Author
KELLEY ARMSTRONG is the author of seven books in the Women of the Otherworld series. She lives in Ontario with her family. You can visit her at www.kelleyarmstrong.com.
