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I
headed towards the lake bridges. Everything was quiet and peaceful. There was
nothing unusual from what I could see. I could hear the rain hitting the tops
of the trees, but the dense greenery prevented water from ever touching me. The
night was chilly and the moon shone off the water, giving the area a magical
glow. I thought about the people in town and how simple their lives seemed to
be. I wondered if I would ever be able to settle in one place again and live a
normal life. I knew that wouldn’t be possible till I found the one who killed
Danny, but I hoped once that was over I could. Maybe I would even be able to
find someone as perfect for me as Rob had once been. Or maybe I’d just get a
dog; a German Shepherd or a Basset Hound would do. The woods were quiet and
just when I thought it might be time to head back to the truck, I heard the
soft sound of a woman crying.
    I walked over to the base of the bridge with my
hand at my hip, resting on my gun. Standing at the bank was a young woman. She
had long, flowing black hair and beautifully bronzed skin. The temperature was
only in the low fifties, but she had on nothing more than a simple brown
sleeveless dress. Her feet were bare and covered in dirt. I crept over to her
as she continued to stare into the lake, weeping.
    “Hello?” I asked, not quite sure what the result of
speaking to her would be.
    I had to be ready for anything, though, and I was.
She turned her head to face me, sending her long raven hair over one shoulder.
I stared into her tear filled eyes. Her irises were pitch- black but her pupils
shone an eerie glowing silver.
    “My whole family…gone,” she whispered as a tear
streamed down her cheek.
    When I lifted my flashlight to shine onto her face,
there was no one there. As many times as I’d had this happen to me, it always
caught me off guard. I took my hand off my gun and stared at the empty space in
front of me. With nothing more I could do, I turned around and went back to the
truck. I guess Cara had been right all along about it being a ghost. I knew she
would be thrilled to hear it.
    Driving back to the motel, I saw a whirl of red and
blue lights parked in front of someone’s house. I leaned over and stashed my
gun under the passenger seat before pulling up to an old, run down house across
the street from the ambulance and police cars. A crowd had gathered there in
the driveway. My interest had been peaked. It was possible that whatever was
going on here had something to do with my case.
    “What happened?” I asked from my truck to no one in
particular, when a familiar face stepped forward.
    “Well, hello there,” John responded enthusiastically
for the situation at hand.
    I gave a half smile and after a moment of awkward
silence his face fell with grief.
    “Apparently, old man Jones drowned in his bathtub.”
    He looked down at the ground and kicked around some
gravel while he spoke. I told him how sorry I was, assuming Mr. Jones was
someone everyone in the town knew well.
    “He was like a father to me. My dad passed when I
was real young and, being my dad’s best friend, old man Jones helped raise me,”
John explained with a long face.
    I looked into his eyes, which were full of pain,
and told him again how sorry I was for his loss. Death was the hardest part of
what I did. Everywhere I went, there it was. He thanked me, resting his hands
on the car door where I had the window rolled down. He stared into my eyes, biting
his bottom lip which was a nervous habit of mine as well. He opened his mouth to
say something but decided against it. I said my goodbyes and he nodded his
head, forcing a smile. I turned my truck around and continued back to the
hotel. That had been a close one. I’d seen the look he had in his eyes before
and I did not want to go down that road again. In my position, it would never
work.
    The day had seemed longer than usual even though I
had gotten a late start. I changed into a t-shirt and a pair of Victoria