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tried, he’s like…an entity to me. I can sometimes hear him, sometimes see his image , but it’s not clear. I can’t see his face!” Again, she grew solid, her eyes glowing.
    “We’ll figure it out,” Paige told her, wanting to help, but having no idea how.
    The woman just leveled a look at her, and the vibrancy that infused her to almost solid drifted away so that she was once again transparent. “He likes to take photos.”
    “ Photos?”
    “ Of me, of what he was doing. He posed me. I know that. I remember that.”
    “ Where did he take you, do you know?”
    The woman shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t remember. I just remember the cold, the stone and the angel. I remember the pain.”
    “ A room? Were you outside when he was hurting you? Inside? Was it loud? Quiet?”
    Her eyes glowed faintly for a moment. “It was inside, and an old house, I think. Though it was bigger, or the space was because it sort of echoed.”
    A big old house? Or a warehouse? Because there we ren’t enough of those in New Orleans.
    “ Help me. Please. He’ll take another. There’s always another,” her voice chilled the room.
    Paige ’s breath clouded in the air and she couldn’t hold in the shiver.
    “ Babe?” Mike growled into her hair, tightening his arm. He shifted and pulled her with him so that they rolled and she was against his chest.
    He tucked his chin and blinked those amazing green eyes open.
    “You okay?” he asked, one large hand rubbing up and down her arm.
    Paige looked over her shoulder to the darkened corner.
    “There are more. So many photos. He likes to take photos.” The words trembled on the air before the woman vanished.
    The woman. She really needed to know her name. What else was she going to call her—the Lady in White? White Lady?
    “ What’s her name?” she asked, laying her head back on Mike’s chest.
    “ Whose?”
    “ The lady from the cemetery.”
    He inhaled deeply enough his chest rose. “Babe, not your worry.”
    She rose up on her elbow. “Yes, it is. She’s talking to me. If I’ve got to worry she’s going to be popping around, I’d like to call her by her name.”
    His eyes met hers and in the low light she saw them narrow, crinkling at the corners. He took another deep breath. “You see… uh… her often? Them often?”
    She frowned. “No.”
    “ How often?” He slid his hands beneath the hem of her blues cat t-shirt and pulled it over her head. She helped him.
    “How often?” he repeated.
    Wary now, she eased away from him, or tried to. His arm tightened. “Babe.”
    “ Why do you want to know?”
    “ You gotta ask a question like that?”
    “ Yes. Others have asked. I’ve been committed for saying I see people, hear people, hell, played with people others never saw. Been in therapy, lots of prescriptions. Meds, fogs. So, yeah, babe, I gotta ask a question like that. Why do you want to know?” She jerked out of his hold and tucked the sheet under her arms as she sat up.
    He studied her a moment more, then shrugged. “I was just curious. It’s not exactly a normal trait people have, communing with the departed, but it’s not unheard of either.”
    He was a cop. “You don’t see things like normal cops.”
    “ I’m thinking that’s a real good thing, right about now,” he grinned and tugged the sheet down. She gave up the struggle, and he jerked her back down and rolled so that she was under him.
    “ So, how often do you communicate with them?”
    She took a deep breath and wondered how the hell to get out of this conversation.
    “We’ll sit here all evening, all night if we have to.”
    He would. “You’re stubborn.”
    “ I ask the questions, you answer.”
    “ There’s my cop,” she muttered.
    A grin lifted the corners of his mouth.
    Hell.
    “Your cop. I like that.” He leaned over and kissed her softly at first, then more insistently. His lips caressed hers, then demanded more.
    Her cop .
    She was not going to discuss what