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you’re right. Then...a U? ” Dallas asked.
    “Yeah, C-U-R, ” Liam agreed. “Cur? Like a dog?”
    “I don’t think so. Can you get one of the photographers over here?” Dallas asked.
    Liam rose and motioned for a crime scene tech. The man hurried over, took pictures as Dallas indicated, and then moved back to the fence where he’d been working.
    “Whoever he was,” Dallas told the dead man quietly, “we’ll find him.”
    Two of Dirk’s assistants came for the body, and another tech walked up to Liam. “Sir? Anything specific you want us to look for?” he asked.
    “Inspect the alley and all the nearby streets, and the yard, too. Our vic was seen with a knife—a big knife, like a bowie knife. Try to find it. Search everywhere our victim could have been.”
    “Do we need a permit for the yard?” the tech asked.
    “Hannah is a friend. We have her blessing for anything that’s necessary. Do your jobs, but don’t be careless. Try not to leave the place looking like a war zone,” Liam said.
    The tech nodded and moved away.
    Dallas shook his head, looking from the yard to the house. “How the hell could anyone think that a dying man was a ghost?” he demanded.
    “The power of suggestion, probably,” Liam said. “People love ghost tours. They go on them all the time. They want to be scared. They don’t want real danger, but they want to be scared. Hell, Dallas, nothing’s changed since we were kids. This place survives on tourism. Tourists like stories. We’re full of them.”
    “But this guy was stumbling around your friend’s yard and she didn’t wake up until some tourist screamed, and then she was all, ‘Wow, you saw a bloody ghost in my yard? Okay.’”
    “Hannah is a good kid, Dallas. Lay off. She was dealing with screaming tourists who told her they saw a ghost, not a man.”
    Dallas nodded. “Yeah, all right.”
    “Come in and talk to her. Talk. Don’t yell.”
    “I was never yelling.”
    “You basically accused her of causing his death.”
    “The hell I did. I merely suggested that an intelligent and rational human being might have thought from the get-go that there was something more than a ghost in her yard.”
    Liam lowered his head, a slight grin on his face. “I’m going in for coffee. If you can be nice for a few minutes, you’re invited, too.” He looked up at Dallas, and his smile faded. “You heard the doc. He couldn’t have been saved unless he’d been in an emergency room when it happened. It’s not Hannah’s fault your man is dead.”
    “I know. I just...I just feel like something is escaping me and that I should be able to grasp it, and I can’t. I’ll be pleasant. I promise.”
    “No sarcasm?”
    “No sarcasm.”
    They took the path from the gate past the pool, where the techs were busy stringing tape to try to salvage what they could of the victim’s route from the yard to his death.
    There were no blood trails to the yard, which seemed impossible, but unless the techs could find something with their equipment that neither Liam nor Dallas had seen, Jose Rodriguez might as well have appeared in the yard like the ghost those kids had thought he was, because there was no sign of where he had been before he showed up by the pool.
    How could that be? He must have been bleeding steadily by that point.
    There was a crime scene marker at every spot where Hannah O’Brien had seen blood as she’d followed the trail through her yard to the alley.
    Dallas couldn’t help himself. He paused, looking at the lawn chairs beside the pool. He imagined the couple lying there....
    Opening their eyes.
    Seeing Rodriguez bleeding, holding a knife, then screaming in terror at what they thought was a ghost.
    They had still been out there freaking out when Hannah came out to see what was going on, so why hadn’t Rodriguez stayed there with them and asked for help?
    The pool was surrounded by attractive tile work, which gave way to lawn. It appeared that Rodriguez had stumbled