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fascinating.”
    “My thoughts exactly. Jacob gave me your number, but I’ll give you mine as well, in case you think of anything that might help.”
    Thankfully, he stopped to take my card and then bang, we were hurtling along at the speed of sound again. Tobias deposited me back in the foyer, said he’d wait for my call and sped off.
    A little shaky from the turbulence, I went back to my car and decided to go home for a rest.
    The phone rang.
    For someone who’d not so long ago been bitching about not getting any calls, I sure took this one with truckloads of grace.
    “What?” I snapped.
    “Matt? It’s Ivan.”
    “Sorry. Bad moment. How you doing?”
    “Better. Me and Erin had a talk. She’s going to cooperate. So, you’ll take my case?”
    Here was my chance. Bow out with a shred of grace. Admit I wasn’t the right person.
    But...
    I was honestly intrigued. Possible were-people-animals who can vanish into thin air?
    “Yeah. I’ll look into it. But remember, if at any time I feel it’s not in my field, I’ll back off. Then you’ll know it’s more Erin’s case than mine.”
    “Great. Can we meet tonight to talk with Gerry’s husband?”
    “Sure.”
    We set up the meeting and I hung up. Back on the job.
    Whacko.

Chapter 7
    Amaya glared at Nick. He ignored her, sitting at his computer, looking for the email with the number for Night Call. Well, good luck to him. She’d deleted it.
    “I can’t believe you want to have me exorcised,” she muttered.
    He hunched his shoulders and leaned forward. His hair fell into his eyes. The only urge she had now was to rip his hair from his scalp. Arsehole. She’d disappeared for a couple of days and now he regarded her with disgust and fear.
    “This is all your fault,” she continued to his back. “I wouldn’t be here but for you. I had a life of my own before you, you know. I wasn’t a cook, that’s true, but I was my own person, that’s for sure. Went where I wanted, did what I wanted. Had sex when I wanted, not just when you felt like it.”
    That got a rise out of him. “Hey, we had sex all the time.”
    “Yes, because you wanted it.”
    He turned and stared at her from two yellow-rimmed eyes over a bruised nose. “I don’t remember you saying no.”
    “Once again, because you didn’t want me to say no.”
    “Oh my God. You think I’m some sort of slave master or something. I never forced you to do anything.”
    Amaya crossed her arms. “Didn’t you?”
    Nick waved his arms around, his right hand still heavily bandaged. She wished him an infection.
    “No, I didn’t. And if you think I did, then you’re the one with the problem. Hang on, what am I doing? I’m arguing with a ghost. I’m arguing with my memories of you. Great. I’m obviously fucked up from grief.”
    “Grief?” Amaya laughed. “You call this grief? You’ve done nothing but moan and complain about me being here, alive and well, and you expect me to believe this is how my death might affect you? If I ever did die, you better watch out, arsehole. What’s happening right now is nothing compared to how thoroughly and devastatingly I will haunt you if I do die.” She stalked into the kitchen. “At least then I really will be free to do whatever the hell I please.”
    He followed her in. “Did you ever stop to think that you’re not giving me any room to grieve properly? Huh? Maybe if you just nicked off I could get to missing you with all the pieces of my broken heart.”
    She pulled a banana from the bunch on the counter. “Is that a command, my lord? Do you command me to nick off?”
    “Jesus, Amaya. No. I don’t know.”
    The banana hit him on his still very tender nose.
    While he groaned and cradled his face, Amaya stalked past him and into the living room. Flopping down on the couch she turned on MasterChef. Not so long ago, she’d been addicted to the show. It was where she’d learned everything she knew about cooking. Nick assuming she knew it all didn’t