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convinced it was an accident, but there wasn’t enough evidence to charge Molly Peterson with his death,” Levan explained.
    “So as soon as she was cleared … she relocated here,” I filled in the blanks.
    Levan nodded. “Why? She has no relatives here, and had only been through here once in her life, as far as we know.”
    “I’m still lost,” I said, shaking my head. “So Molly was a suspect in her husband’s death, and she moves to a town where she doesn’t know anyone. It is strange that she would come here, but maybe she just wanted to go someplace where no one would know her.”
    “Or maybe she was compelled to come back here for some other reason,” he offered.
    “Like?” I asked, trying to get as much information as he was willing to give up.
    “I’m not sure, but I believe that someone in Dreamland Junction is behind this. Somehow, the opposition has infiltrated the community.”
    “Who do you suspect, and what do you mean by opposition?”
    “I can’t give you that much information yet. The FIA has to be convinced of your allegiance before I can tell you too much.”
    “Allegiance?” I frowned. “I’m not giving my allegiance to some organization I’ve never even heard of. As far as I know, you could be some nut job, and totally off your rocker.”
    He nodded. “I can understand why you think this, but in time you’ll come to see that what I’m telling you is true.”
    Sighing, I got to my feet. “Give me something I can verify, and then maybe I’ll get my contacts involved. I need a reason to justify putting their butts on the line.”
    Levan’s eyes locked with mine, and almost instantly, I felt myself freefalling. I had the insane thought that he must be a vampire, and he was trying to weave his immortal spell over me.
    Tearing my eyes away, I snorted, “Sorry … I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but it isn’t going to work on me.”
    I don’t know exactly what I expected; maybe some tentacles coming out of his nose, reaching out to wrap around my throat, or possibly fangs, but it wasn’t laughter.
    “Kat, I am not trying to do anything to manipulate you.”
    My brows came together in disbelief. “It sure felt like you were.”
    “I apologize if I’m doing anything to make you feel uncomfortable.” He gave me a smile that set my heart beating like mad.
    This was getting crazy.
    I decided that I really must have been reading way too many vampire novels. Now I was giving this guy superhuman abilities. If I kept it up, I’d be joining Spencer at support meetings, but mine would be something more along the lines of fangs anonymous.
    “So do you have anything I can actually check your story against?” I asked again, but this time I made sure I wasn’t looking in his eyes.
    It was ridiculous, but I always figure, better safe than sorry.
    “If you check the records, you will probably find more than one incident like Molly Peterson over the years.  You will also find a common denominator.”
    “Okay … and how do I contact you, or check your credentials?” I figuring that checking his credentials was the best way to find out if he was real, or just another crackpot.
    Throughout the three years that I’d been investigating strange activity and conspiracies, I’d dealt with more than a few crackpots. I’d even had one lady claim the government had impregnated her with black spiders, and the arachnid s were eating their way through her stomach.
    Although I’ll be the first to admit that just about anything is possible when dealing with black projects and conspiracies, at the same time, even the mention of black projects had a way of drawing the crazies out of the woodwork.
    True, Mister Levan whatever, seemed way too cute to be crazy, but it had been my experienced that the cute ones could be the worst kind.
    Take my ex for example. Johnny Reyes, whom I liked to refer to as Dick Head Reyes, wasn’t so hot, but he’d seemed levelheaded enough, at least