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eyes. She had been a straight-A off-the-charts student; she had studied ethnicity, religion, philosophy, modern and ancient beliefs, while also receiving her degree in film from NYU. Her maternal great-grandmother was a noted contemporary voodoo priestess, and owned a shop called As You Believe up near Rampart Street. She had helped the local police crack down on a cult of would-be voodoo worshippers who had taken it upon themselves to bastardize the beliefs for the sake of human sacrifice—two young people had died during blood-drinking rituals.According to her file, she had a chameleon-like ability to slip into any group and be accepted as one of them—and somehow manage to film or video events and people who had never allowed such a thing before. Her expertise was cameras and film, and Jackson knew that she, like Will Chan, whom he had yet to meet, had been brought in for their work with cameras and sound.
    â€œHi,” he said, reaching for her large, tapestry travel bag. “Come on in. Whitney, right? Miss Whitney Tremont.”
    â€œJackson Crow. Love the name,” she assured him.
    â€œThanks.”
    â€œSo, you’ve already been digging up bodies—I’m late to the party,” she said.
    He grimaced. “A skeleton. Angela Hawkins found it.”
    â€œI’m impressed, and the majority of the people in the city are convinced that now all the ghosts who might not have been busy yet will be crawling out of the woodwork. Anyway, if they do, I’m hoping that we catch them on film. I have a lot of equipment out in the van.”
    He looked over her head. There was a fellow in the driver’s seat who looked so much like her that he had to be her brother. The man waved to him; Jackson waved back.
    â€œI’ll open the courtyard gate. And call the troops to help. Well, the two who are here now,” Jackson told her.
    â€œOkay,” Whitney said. “That’s my brother, Tyler, over there. I’ll get him to come around the corner,” she said cheerfully.
    Whitney went out; he called for Angela and Jake, and soon they were all in the courtyard, meeting Tyler and hauling heavy boxes out of the van. They decided to set up in the grand entry slash ballroom, so Jackson shut off the alarm entirely inorder for them to open the middle courtyard doors and take the shortest route.
    It didn’t take them more than thirty minutes to bring everything in.
    Tyler was as tall as his sister was short, ranging a good foot over her head. He was as pleasant with the others as if he had been leaving his sister at summer camp, but when he was actually ready to leave, he gave her a huge hug and said seriously, “You be careful, and you don’t take any chances, and you don’t go getting your nose in where it shouldn’t be.”
    â€œI’m all grown up now, Tyler,” she reminded him, but she hugged him in return.
    â€œShe has a tendency to rush in—right into people who have guns,” he said.
    Jackson grinned. “We’ll watch out for her. I promise.”
    Tyler nodded. “Adam wouldn’t have set her up with you if you weren’t good people. And if she wasn’t going to be safe.” He paused, looking around. “So this is the Newton house. It doesn’t look like a dark torture chamber, but…I’m sure it’s creepy as hell at night. You all be careful, huh? I remember when the kid took a header when the cops were after him about a decade ago. Brought it all back. And now Mrs. Holloway…it’s a shame, and it may just be that the place is bad.”
    â€œWe’ll all be looking out for each other,” Jake said solemnly.
    Hugging his sister and warning her to call him, Tyler left at last.
    Jackson looked at the four members of his team and the mass of boxes in the living room. “Well,” he said.
    Whitney shrugged. “It’s not bad, really! Somebody else is in film,