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Gordon that close?
    “Did you forget something?” He asked from right in front of her as if leaning in close.
    “No,” she said quickly. “Sorry, I was just thinking of some things I needed to take care of earlier.” Like hell, but she didn’t dare let on what was happening. Besides, who would believe her?
    “Tomorrow is another day. You’ll have lots of downtime now. The show is cancelled until further notice.” He added as he backed away, “Go home and rest.”
    She closed the door and the cab slowly pulled away.
    She hadn’t considered that. To lose the show wasn’t such an issue, but to not play – that was a big deal. It was her healing. Her outlet. Stress release was what some would call it. A connection to the rest of the world in ways she couldn’t explain.
    A friend of hers had once suggested her music was so powerful it was magic. She’d laughed at the time, but had often wondered at the joy that coursed through her soul when she played. It healed her. She didn’t think anyone else received the same benefit though. Too bad.
    The cab pulled up to the front of her secured apartment building. She opened her door. “Thank you so much for the ride.”
    “Do you need a hand in?” the driver asked.
    “No, thank you though. I’ll be fine.”
    “Well, if you’re sure,” he said doubtfully.
    She dredged up a confident smile and said, “I’ll be okay. Thank you.”
    And she turned and faced her apartment building. Of course she’d be fine. What else could go wrong this night?
    *
    Stefan walked outside into the clear, sparkling night and stopped for a moment to stare up at the twinkling lights. It was truly beautiful and so mysterious. Like so much of the world. He took several deep breaths of fresh air, waiting for the tension and soreness along his back to ease. A holiday would be good. Except when he took a break his damn ghosts went with him too.
    He continued to the parking lot and reached his vehicle as Brandt arrived. He waited for his friend to get out. “You should be home with Sam, not here working on more crazy cases.”
    “Sam is waiting for me now. If I’d never been called out you couldn’t have pried me from her arms.” Brandt grinned, leaving Stefan no doubt how loving those arms would be. “But as long as we’re both here…”
    Stefan smiled slowly. He loved to see his many psychic friends partner up and grow and mature into the type of loving relationships everyone dreams of having. Sam had been one of the most tormented psychics he’d ever met. And one of the most talented.
    “How are her lessons going?” Stefan leaned against his car, the light from the lamppost shining on his face.
    “She’s doing really well.” Brandt’s face lit up until he caught sight of Stefan’s face. His smile fell away. “What’s wrong? You don’t look so good.”
    Stefan shrugged. “Life has been a little rough lately.”
    “And yet life has been pretty smooth and easy these last few days – until tonight.”
    “Maybe too smooth.” Stefan’s lips quirked. “Too easy.”
    Brandt’s gaze sharpened. “Is something stirring?”
    “Always,” Stefan responded. “More than usual? Maybe. It’s a little too early to say.”
    Brandt crossed his arms and rocked on his heels. “Then I’m glad I brought this file. These are cases possibly connected to Sam’s current visions. She’s having weird attacks but isn’t ready to talk about it yet. She says she’s not connected to any person at this time – thank God – but she said something weird.”
    Stefan leaned forward. Anytime Sam had something weird to say he wanted to hear it.
    Brandt continued, “She said someone is walking in between.”
    Stefan frowned. “I may have to call her about that. There have been more tears in the energy fields. I don’t have a cause for them.”
    “Big tears?” Brandt asked carefully. “As in something evil coming across to raise some major hell?”
    “I don’t know,” Stefan said.