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fact, she wouldn’t describe the sensation as unpleasant at all.
    He was a human. She was a human. It was human contact.
    But here, it still unnerved her. To judge from how his eyes widened, it unnerved him, too. Greg stepped quickly back, fisting his hand as if he’d done something wrong with it. And he hadn’t. It wasn’t like he’d traced her lips, or her collarbone. It wasn’t like he’d told her she looked hot in black.
    “I…” he said, then cleared his throat. “Sorry. We’ve still got that Storyville shooting to deal with. I’d better go check on some ballistics results the lab was faxing over….”
    To maybe the relief of both of them, Faith’s phone rang.
    She smiled reassurance at Greg as she picked it up, but he was already hurrying away. “Evidence,” she said.
    “I told you the Quarter was a dangerous place.”
    Faith hadn’t had time to brace herself against this second wave of guilt. “Mother?”
    “I just saw the news,” insisted Tamara Corbett. “Krystal Tanner—she’s one of your roommates, isn’t she? The one from Texas?”
    “Well…she was. ”
    “Please, Faith. Don’t try to make light of it!”
    “Trust me, Mom. I’m not making light of anything. But there’s no reason for you to worry. You know she wasn’t killed at the apartment, don’t you?”
    “But she was in the Quarter. Were you there, too?”
    Faith scowled at her computer screen, not sure how to answer that.
    “Oh, baby…” moaned her mother, which was even worse than lecturing. Tamara had always been overly protective of Faith. All they’d ever had was each other. Leaving home to move in with Krystal and the others had been one of the hardest things in Faith’s life. Especially since she’d been able to hear the reality of her mother’s despair in her catching breath, in her pounding heartbeat, as she left. She’d been able to smell it on her, to taste it in the air.
    But that wasn’t the only thing Faith had been sensing when she moved out. The guilt in the air hadn’t just been her own. And until her mom was able to explain what that was all about…
    Well, wasn’t Faith’s life complicated enough?
    “I’m okay, Mom,” she said now, feeling like the grown-up in this equation. “I mean, of course I’m not okay, but considering everything, I’m as good as can be expected. Try not to worry.”
    That was like saying try not to fly away to a frightened bird.
    Or like saying try not to wonder where you’re from to a fatherless girl, which was essentially what her mother had said whenever Faith tried to pursue the mystery that shrouded her past. Had she inherited her freakishly keen senses from her dad’s side of the family? Was it possible she might have cousins, even distant cousins, even one, who understood what she was going through?
    Tamara had always refused to talk about Faith’s dad. He’d left them, he hadn’t wanted them, he’d died, and that was that. Her stubbornness on that front made it easier not to bleed sympathy for her seeming apprehension now.
    “I’m terrified you’re going to pull a Thomas King,” said Tamara, referring of course to the Navy SEAL team leader who’d vanished and been thought dead for over a year, until his recent dramatic rescue. Because of the political ramifications of his mission, he was still making news. “If something happened to you, what would I do? Maybe you should move back home. For a while. Just until things die down.”
    “What things? The funeral? My friends’ grief? They need me now more than ever, Mom.”
    “But you’re so close to Rampart Street, to Storyville….”
    “You’re the one who moved us to the murder capital of the United States.” As soon as she said that, Faith regretted it. Not only was it cruel, but it put the city in far too dark a light. “I’m sorry, Mom—”
    “No. You’re right. I’m just glad to know you’re safe.” And Tamara hung up.
    “Damn!” Faith hung up, too, and pressed fingers to her