The Satanism angle was still only a theory. There was no suggestion that the police would ever trace the murders back to May and her group. As for the remaining members of that group, Paige had called a council meeting for this weekend to plan a course of action.
I stroked a line from my media release and checked the clock. Jeremy's plane should be landing soon. He'd planned to stay in L.A. longer, but then he got a jubilant call from Elena announcing that Logan had taken his first steps, and Kate seemed determined to follow. Although Jeremy had brushed it off, saying he'd see them walk when he got home, I'd packed his bag. I wasn't going to start this relationship by letting him miss his grandchildren's milestones. I'd see him on the weekend, at the council meeting.
We'd have to get used to these brief and sporadic interludes anyway. We had separate lives, but as long as they collided regularly, I'd be happy. Even if it was only a weekend a month, I suspected those weekends would be intense enough to keep us going the rest of the time.
I wondered whether Hope would be at that council meeting. I hadn't heard from her. Was she holding her breath, waiting for me to spill her secret? I'd have to talk to her about that. I believed her motives were as pure as anyone's on the council. Maybe part of her reason for helping was to have an excuse to find chaos, but there were a lot worse ways she could do that.
Balance. I'd learned a lot about that this past week.
I'd failed with Angelique. I was paying for that with memories and regrets. I'd go to that revival in Nebraska, in her honor, the pro-ceeds going to her family. Someday I'd contact her, try to make amends, but I wasn't ready to face her yet.
I was ready to do more for other ghosts. Maybe I couldn't help every one, and maybe I wasn't obliged to help any. But if this case taught me anything it was that I wanted to help, that it hurt more to say no than it did to say "I'll try" and to fail. Whether opening myself up to more ghosts would keep me sane or, as I'd always feared, drive me mad was a possibility I had to deal with. Starting now.
"Eve?"
She stopped in mid-sit-up, then fell back to the floor. "Hmm?"
"That thing you did with the girl's ghost. Reading her mind or whatever. That's part of being an angel, isn't it? A new power?"
She grunted and did another sit-up. I took that for a "Yes, but I don't want to talk about it." I let her do a few more.
"Could you use it to, say, tap the memory of a murdered ghost? Find out what's she's forgotten about her death?"
"If you want me to bring a killer to justice, I'd love to, but it's not in the job description. You were in immediate danger as the result of an investigation to help the Fates. So I could intervene. Otherwise, we have to leave justice to the humans on this side… and mete it out on our side later."
"I don't mean that."
I told her about Gabrielle Langdon. It took some prompting-Eve was never one to pay much attention to current affairs-but eventually she remembered who Gabrielle was.
"Could you tell her who killed her? If she really wants to know?"
Eve paused, then nodded. "If she really wants to know, I think I can."
"I'll see if I can summon her tonight, then."
Another nod, and Eve went back to her workout.
When I was done here, I'd call Hope both to talk to her and to find out whether she'd ever dug up the address for Peter's son. If not, I'd do some research myself.
That made two ghosts helped. Plus the children, and Brendan. Not bad for a few days' work.
As for fears of madness, there was something I could do about that too. Go visit Tee in Toronto. I'd been trying to push Tee's image from my brain, forget that I'd ever seen this old friend of my grandmother's now driven so mad by necromancy that she was barely recognizable as human. I'd call Zoe and ask her to take me back to Tee and see whether there was anything I could do for her. Through her maybe I'd learn to face my fears-to see how bad it could be, and deal with that-not pull the covers over my head and pretend it could never happen to me.
My cell phone rang. I saw the number of Jeremy's prepaid phone and grinned.
"Just get in?" I asked as I answered.
"I did. Is everything all right there?"
I could hear the concern in his voice, probably worrying that the police had descended on my hotel room the moment he left.
I smiled. "Everything's fine. Lying in bed. Writing my good-bye to Hollywood. Eating chocolates. Watching Eve work out. Thankful it's her, not me."
A soft chuckle. "Did you get the champagne too?"
"I did. And it's making the letter writing much easier."
"Good. Did you hear from Hope?" A pause. "Ah, I see Kate over the crowd. She must be up on Clay's shoulders. I'd better hurry before she sees me and jumps-" A quick inhale. "Too late."
"Clay caught her?"
"Fortunately, though, she's not too happy about-"
Kate's scream cut across the miles.
I laughed. "I'll let you go then."
"So you're fine?"
"Never been better."
As I hung up, I smiled to myself. Never been better, indeed.
About the Author
KELLEY ARMSTRONG is the author of seven books in the Women of the Otherworld series. She lives in Ontario with her family. You can visit her at www.kelleyarmstrong.com.
