The alarm wouldn’t stop. For some reason it was at the other end of the bed. Kat opened her eyes to another afternoon. She was lying the wrong way round. She knew she hadn’t had anything more to drink. s**t. She was still wearing the dress, which was all crumpled.
What was she going to do now? She would have liked to cry, but the feeling wasn’t strong enough. It had all been a huge mistake. She’d been reminded of what she was missing, what she was trying to get back. At least she didn’t have to feel despair, a small mercy.
And what had happened to Clint, Fingers, and Jack? Had that been some kind of ghost police stepping in? What had Jack had called them, the Commission? Why had they bothered her? Had they known she could see them?
Kat got up and pottered about her room, putting her dre
