Chapter SixGavin groaned in exhaustion. Every night for the last week, he and his wife had been up late—too late—visiting lingering spirits and laying them to rest. And fool that I am, I insisted she make a bigger production out of it. Now, we have to light candles, chant, and work at night, but we've had so many requests come out of the woodwork, I'd almost believe it's worthwhile to stay.
He scrubbed at his face with his hands. It's a good thing, too, because this sheriff is damned slow processing that poor woman's death inquiry. He shuddered. Every day I ask him if we can leave, and every day he says, `ask tomorrow'. By the time they finish with me, I'll be the corpse.
“Gavin?” Annabelle laid a hand on his forearm, startling him out of his weary meandering. “Are you all right?”
He bl
