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perched himself on the edge of the couch across from her, his knee bouncing.
    “Your brother,” she prompted with a lift of her eyebrow.
    He leaned forward. “How did you know he’s dead?”
    “Because you’re knocking on my door after midnight.” And because these days only the dead had cause to speak to her.
    “That doesn’t…it doesn’t…” He faltered.
    Poor guy. She’d dealt with this type before. Desperate for answers after she’d given him a glimpse into the spirit world. Nothing in her memory suggested that she had, but the fact he sat here now hinted at as much. She avoided this type of situation like the plague, but no cause for it now. “Listen, I’m sorry I said something to upset you, but sometimes I just say stupid things.”
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    “Not this.”
    “Let me guess,” she interrupted, holding up a hand. “I gave you some message from your brother and now you want to get into contact with him, right?” Jason’s eyes widened. “Well let me tell you, it’s just a party trick,” she lied.
    He folded his arms over his chest, tucking one fist beneath his chin. Deadlocked, they stared at each other. Between gritted teeth, he said, “I don’t believe you.” Hope deflated. That meant the message sparked some memory only the two brothers shared. If she’d relayed something cryptic that any observant person could guess, he’d be on his way by now.
    “You’ve said something to me in passing, maybe I read a piece of your mail by accident and used it against you.” She needed him to leave this vein of thought alone.
    “I’m sorry, really I am, but I promise you, whatever message I gave you doesn’t mean what you think it does.”
    “Why are you doing this?” The rims of his eyelids reddened, but he held her gaze.
    “You were the one to say he’s dead, remember?” If she dared look into Pandora’s box, secrets she didn’t want to know would be revealed. Her sanity couldn’t afford to look, but he was hurting. That much she could tell already. Whatever business he and his brother shared hadn’t been completed before his passing. “What do you want from me?”
    “I…my brother died…and I just need… If I could talk to him.”
    “Okay, are you listening to yourself? What you’re suggesting is a little crazy. I’m no ghost whisperer or what have you. What really makes you think I can help you with contacting someone who’s dead?”
    “You couldn’t have known,” he cried. His chest rose and fell forcefully. “What you said—”
    “What did I say?”
    “You really don’t remember?”
    She shook her head. “No.”
    His eyes narrowed. “What about the rest of tonight? Do you remember any of it, either?”
    Her attention shifted to her closed bedroom door before returning to him. She said softly, “No.”
    Jason’s shoulders slumped, his face aging before her eyes. He took a deep breath, and swiped his hand over his face. Dejection wiped away the hope shining from him only a few minutes ago. “I don’t know why I’m here,” he said, rising. “I’m sorry to have bothered you so late.”
    So that made her feel like a total ass. “Wait, Jason.” Sabrina bit her lip, mulling over her options. Obviously something occurred between them earlier in the evening. Something she had no recollection of, but must 19

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    have involved his help. For one, she needed to get the details on that from him. No telling what damage needed repairing as a result.
    Her second task was a little more difficult. How best to give him what he needed without diving headfirst into the world of the dead? If He didn’t come to her immediately afterward to provide His special kind of protection, she’d be in a world of hurt. Was it even worth it?
    “You said something about helping me out earlier tonight. I can’t remember what happened. Do you mind recapping a little?”
    He lifted a shoulder and let it fall. “You needed help getting home, that’s all.”
    “I