They got out and stared at each other. He smiled amiably. She frowned.
"Impressive. Where did you learn to drive like that?"
He was still smiling, either because his admiration was sincere, or because he was a patronising male chauvinist … she opted for the latter.
"Who are you?" she asked beligerently. "You"re not a cop. I"ve a nose for cops and you don"t smell like one."
"Gregory Houseman, paranormal investigator. And you"re Janet Barnes, roving reporter aka lead feature writer for the Evening Courier."
Evening CourierHe stuck out a muscular hand. She ignored it. "You"re a what?"
"I get involved in situations like this."
"Do you now? And what kind of situation d"you think we"re in?"
"Quite an odd one. There"s a lot here that doesn"t add up."
She distrusted his overfamiliar manne
