I’M TOTALLY DEAD ON my feet when I stumble through my front door that night. My head weighs a ton and I just want to close my eyes. Well, I want to collapse on my bed first, then close my eyes because once I lay down, I’m not getting up again.
At least I’m home. Detective Bryce didn’t hold me pending further investigation or arrest me.
I stare at the closed door. I found a dead body today. Annie Seramoph’s dead body. I should have told Detective Bryce about the séance. I flop onto my blanket-covered sofa and massage the skin above my nose. It does little to alleviate my pounding headache. Call Elisa. My skin grows cold and I groan, scrubbing the back of my neck. When the thumping starts against my door, I’m not surprised.
Even my exhaustion is exhausted. I just want to be alone. Once pa
