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said wearily. “But I still wanted to talk to Captain Tyler myself. We believed that he was in the area, and so it was important to know what he had to say. He’s not the killer. From what he’s said, it’s looking more possible that we do have a psycho out there who wants to be the new Jack the Ripper.”
    “Ellis Sayer called in right before I joined Miss Tremont. He’s talked to Angus Avery, the director on the film Miss Rockford was working on at the site. He’s arranged to meet you at the old diner up in Soho… He should be here in the next half hour.”
    The deputy chief nodded. “Sayer also told me that you’ve set up a meeting with the task force in the morning—let’s hope it’s a quiet night.”
    “Let’s hope. We have anything from Forensics?”
    “We will soon.”
    Jude started out of the room, and then paused. “Sir, do you think we could get someone to—”
    “I’ll get an officer to see if we can get Captain Tyler into a shelter for the night. He may refuse our help, but I’ll offer what we can,” Green said.
    Jude nodded. He sighed, as if he’d forgotten to pick up a brick he had to carry around his neck.
    “Agent Tremont?”
    “Sir,” Whitney said to Green. It was nice to meet you or it was a pleasure just seemed wrong under the circumstances.
    “Good to have you here, Agent Tremont,” Green told her, and she thanked him.
    Once again, she had to hurry to catch up with Jude. He was already moving through the building.
    She realized quickly that he didn’t intend to ditch her—brick around his neck or no, he’d been given his orders regarding her federal involvement along with the rest of the team, and as long as she didn’t get in his way, she’d be fine. He simply assumed that she’d follow at his speed.
    And so she kept up. She was at the passenger’s side of his car again before he could open the driver’s side.
    She buckled in silently. As they pulled out into traffic again, she realized that he glanced at her.
    “You heard him, of course.”
    “Captain Tyler?”
    “Yes.”
    “Of course. I hear very well, Detective. Young ears, you know.”
    She thought that he almost grinned. “I’m not sure exactly what insights the specialty of your team might provide, but I don’t believe that the ghost of Jack the Ripper has come to murder people in New York City.”
    “I don’t believe that, either,” she assured him.
    “But you do believe in ghosts,” he said. Lord! She’d heard that tone often enough.
    “I believe that, frequently, by looking at the past, we can understand what’s happening in the present,” she said evenly.
    He made some kind of snorting sound that was almost beneath his breath.
    Whitney held her silence.
    “Ghosts,” he muttered after a minute.
    She turned to stare at him. “Do you have any religious beliefs, Detective? Are you an atheist?”
    She thought his jaw hardened, but it was difficult to tell with him. He hid his emotion well—unless he meant for it to show.
    “Do I believe in God? Yes, I suppose I believe in a higher power.”
    “Hmm.” She allowed herself a small sniff.
    “And what does that mean?”
    “Crosby—Irish. I’ll bet you grew up Catholic,” she said.
    “Tremont—French? Hmm. New Orleans. Catholic—Baptist, voodooist, vampire Buddhist…Wiccan?”
    She shook her head, offering him a smile with just a slight edge. He wasn’t happy that he was saddled with a small woman. She was also a woman of mixed heritage who came from a city known for its alternative beliefs—voodoo, mumbo jumbo, as some thought. “Obviously, my background is mixed,” she told him. “But, you see, my point here is that anyone who grew up Catholic, or in many of the Christian religions, already acknowledges a ‘holy’ ghost in the Nicene Creed. Most of us worship a higher, unseen power. Most people worldwide have some kind of faith in an afterlife, and if we can believe this without seeing what lies beyond, why does it seem so