Jess awakened with a start. The Search for Bridey Murphy poked her uncomfortably in the ribs. She had fallen asleep on the daybed after having read only the first few pages. Now, it was full dark in the apartment, and Jess’s mouth was dry. She sat up and the simple action caused a bright shimmer of pain to flash just behind her left eye. She sighed and leaned back against the bed’s hardwood frame, running her fingers through spiky red hair.
There had been another dream. And this one filled her with a mixture of raw emotion—emotions that warred with each other. Part of her felt disgusted by what she had dreamt, the other part felt a curious sense of giddiness.
In the dream, she was in a dark and smoky bar. She heard music playing, so loud it drowned out the voices of male patrons, and she
