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There was a nervous pause. My eyebrows went up. Have you contacted the police or a private investigator? Oh dear, this is all so complicated. Not something someone can talk about on the phone. There was that nervous pause again, as though she was checking a sheet of written notes before answering. I had to be as polite and harmless as I could. She was about to hang up out of pure indecision, and I needed the job. I could probably turn hubby up, if I worked at it.

If it turns out that I can help you best, I will, and if not then I can direct you to someone I think can help you better. It must have been the no charge that did it. She agreed to come right out to the office, and told me that she would be there in an hour.

That put her arriving at about two-thirty. Plenty of time to get out and get some lunch, then get back to the office to meet her. The phone rang again almost the instant I put it down. It made me jump. I peered at it. I answered the phone with the same false cheer I had summoned up for Monica Husband-Missing. Can you be there? And your family? I sobered immediately. And someone had to look into it. In Chicago, or pretty much anywhere in the Chicagoland, that person was Karrin Murphy.

I was her library of the supernatural on legs, a paid consultant for the police department. Murphy sounded bad, her voice rough and terse.

Two bodies? Two deaths by means unknown? I looked at the clock. Monica No-Last-Name would be here in a little more than forty five minutes. Your appointment can wait. My temper flared. It does that occasionally. Her voice softened again, and that scared me more than any images of gore or violent death could have. Murphy was the original tough girl, and she prided herself on never showing weakness. I turned off the lights to my office, went out my door, and locked up behind me, frowning.

So I opened the door again, got out a piece of paper and a thumbtack, and wrote:. That done, I went to the stairs and started down. Besides which.