Chapter 17
The light of another lantern preceded the man. I glimpsed long, pale, manicured fingers grasping the handle. I relaxed my grip on the dog. I recognized those fingers.
Phillip Kendall whipped around as I stepped calmly into the pool of light. The dog jumped up, putting his front paws up on Kendall's trousers, tail wagging, whining for attention.
So much for killer instinct.
Kendall blew out a breath. "Ah, I thought I'd find you here."
"Have you been following me all the while?" I didn't trouble to keep the irritation from my voice.
He scratched the dog behind an ear. "I have been curious about you, Madame. You are a walking set of contradictions. A spirit medium who carries a set of picks and employs them with abandon, knows the names and rooms of guests who had jewelry sto
