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ramshackle hotel where's she staying."
"Hey!"
Carter could obviously hear Penny. He owned the ramshackle
hotel.
Again, Matt couldn't help but grin. "Hell, all right."
"Matt, honestly, you don't even have to be involved, I'll do
everything, I swear! Dammit, Matt,
you're
the one who
called Adam Harrison, why are you balking now?''
"Because I expected Adam Harrison," he said, feeling like a
broken record, his temper rising. Impatiently, he said, "I'll talk
to her, Penny." Then he hung up.
Mae grinned like a kid with a candy bar. "This is so cool-Melody
House is getting real live ghost busters."
"They're not ghost busters, Mae," Matt said.
"I've got to go to that seance!" Mae said firmly.
"You all really did hear every single word of that
conversation," Matt said ruefully.
A circle of nods answered him. He shook his head. "Hell-I guess
I will start answering my cell phone," he muttered.
' 'Well... ?" Clint drawled. "When are you going to bite the
bullet, give that girl a call and convince her that she is welcome
here?"
"Soon. But
not
from here," he said. He slid his
sunglasses back down over his eyes, and strode to the door,
taking his hat from a peg on the wall. He twisted his jaw; he
didn't believe in ghosts, spirits, haunts, or the goddamned
Easter bunny, and he sure as hell didn't believe in
premonitions.
Still, he didn't like this.
He shook his head, speaking with his back to the others.
"There's an awful lot that's bad in that place's past," he
said.
He walked back into the sunshine of the day, letting the door
slam behind him.
There was silence in his wake for several seconds. "He's going
to let it happen, Mae, don't worry, you'll get to go to a real live
seance," Clint assured the woman still standing behind the bar, and
still staring after Matt Stone.
"Yeah, well, it's not the whole thing with the house that makes
him so hostile,'' Mae said quietly.
"He just never should have married that bitch from New York,"
Carter agreed.
"Redhead, too," David Jenner murmured.
"Well, living or dead, it's always people that haunt the
living!" Mae said sagely, offering a sad shake of her head. Then
she brightened, sounding like a girl about to head for her first
dance. "And you bet your butts, gentlemen! I'm going to get to see
a real live ghost!"
"Mae, if you see a ghost, the point is, it's not 'live,'" Clint
said dryly. "But what the hell? Things could get darned interesting
around here."
Thirty minutes later, Darcy was back in her hotel room,
listening to the voice on her cell phone.
"You want me to do what?" she said incredulously to Adam. "Not
apologize,
right?"
Darcy actually pulled the cell phone away from her ear to stare
at it, despite the fact that on an intellectual level, she knew she
couldn't see her employer's face.
"Don't apologize, just rethink things." Adam, far away in
London, was quiet for a minute. "Darcy, I have a vested interest in
the house. I'll explain when I get back into the country." He
sighed softly. "Darcy, mere's no one like you. I need you. Please
don't sound as if I've asked you to make peace with hostile aliens
or some such thing."
Darcy winced. She knew that there was something about Melody
House that Adam hadn't shared with her yet. Had to be. She was
often certain herself that Adam, despite his own apparent wealth,
was funded as well by another source-possibly governmental. They'd
quietly gone in and out of a number of Federal buildings in
previous cases. This was different. He really wanted in. For
personal reasons, so it seemed. Reasons he wasn't willing to
share, as yet.
"Adam, if this was so important, you should have been here."
"I know. But I had to be in London."
She didn't ask for an explanation, because he was a man who
always kept business confidential, and even with her, information
was shared on a need to know basis.
"Darcy, are you okay?"
"I've met a lot of skeptics," she said, "I've just never had to
actually work with anyone so openly hostile."
"You can
"Hey!"
Carter could obviously hear Penny. He owned the ramshackle
hotel.
Again, Matt couldn't help but grin. "Hell, all right."
"Matt, honestly, you don't even have to be involved, I'll do
everything, I swear! Dammit, Matt,
you're
the one who
called Adam Harrison, why are you balking now?''
"Because I expected Adam Harrison," he said, feeling like a
broken record, his temper rising. Impatiently, he said, "I'll talk
to her, Penny." Then he hung up.
Mae grinned like a kid with a candy bar. "This is so cool-Melody
House is getting real live ghost busters."
"They're not ghost busters, Mae," Matt said.
"I've got to go to that seance!" Mae said firmly.
"You all really did hear every single word of that
conversation," Matt said ruefully.
A circle of nods answered him. He shook his head. "Hell-I guess
I will start answering my cell phone," he muttered.
' 'Well... ?" Clint drawled. "When are you going to bite the
bullet, give that girl a call and convince her that she is welcome
here?"
"Soon. But
not
from here," he said. He slid his
sunglasses back down over his eyes, and strode to the door,
taking his hat from a peg on the wall. He twisted his jaw; he
didn't believe in ghosts, spirits, haunts, or the goddamned
Easter bunny, and he sure as hell didn't believe in
premonitions.
Still, he didn't like this.
He shook his head, speaking with his back to the others.
"There's an awful lot that's bad in that place's past," he
said.
He walked back into the sunshine of the day, letting the door
slam behind him.
There was silence in his wake for several seconds. "He's going
to let it happen, Mae, don't worry, you'll get to go to a real live
seance," Clint assured the woman still standing behind the bar, and
still staring after Matt Stone.
"Yeah, well, it's not the whole thing with the house that makes
him so hostile,'' Mae said quietly.
"He just never should have married that bitch from New York,"
Carter agreed.
"Redhead, too," David Jenner murmured.
"Well, living or dead, it's always people that haunt the
living!" Mae said sagely, offering a sad shake of her head. Then
she brightened, sounding like a girl about to head for her first
dance. "And you bet your butts, gentlemen! I'm going to get to see
a real live ghost!"
"Mae, if you see a ghost, the point is, it's not 'live,'" Clint
said dryly. "But what the hell? Things could get darned interesting
around here."
Thirty minutes later, Darcy was back in her hotel room,
listening to the voice on her cell phone.
"You want me to do what?" she said incredulously to Adam. "Not
apologize,
right?"
Darcy actually pulled the cell phone away from her ear to stare
at it, despite the fact that on an intellectual level, she knew she
couldn't see her employer's face.
"Don't apologize, just rethink things." Adam, far away in
London, was quiet for a minute. "Darcy, I have a vested interest in
the house. I'll explain when I get back into the country." He
sighed softly. "Darcy, mere's no one like you. I need you. Please
don't sound as if I've asked you to make peace with hostile aliens
or some such thing."
Darcy winced. She knew that there was something about Melody
House that Adam hadn't shared with her yet. Had to be. She was
often certain herself that Adam, despite his own apparent wealth,
was funded as well by another source-possibly governmental. They'd
quietly gone in and out of a number of Federal buildings in
previous cases. This was different. He really wanted in. For
personal reasons, so it seemed. Reasons he wasn't willing to
share, as yet.
"Adam, if this was so important, you should have been here."
"I know. But I had to be in London."
She didn't ask for an explanation, because he was a man who
always kept business confidential, and even with her, information
was shared on a need to know basis.
"Darcy, are you okay?"
"I've met a lot of skeptics," she said, "I've just never had to
actually work with anyone so openly hostile."
"You can
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