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I’ve got to go. I’m on first shift tomorrow. Costuming at seven in the morning for the eight o’clock breakfast. This was fun. Thanks, Ana. Christina.”
    â€œI should take off, too,” Jed said, anxious to get away. He still couldn’t get the autopsy off his mind, and the last thing he needed was to spend the evening at a party where the conversation kept turning to Beau Kidd.
    â€œChristina, Ana, thanks for dinner, and, Christie, welcome to the neighborhood.”
    â€œThanks for coming,” she said, and walked over to him for a brief hug. There was still something reserved between them.
    His fault, she decided as he waved to the others and started toward the door.
    â€œThis is your home, too, just like always,” he heard Christina tell her cousins as they followed a few steps behind.
    â€œThanks, kid,” Dan told her. “But one day you might have a sex life, and you wouldn’t want us walking in on you.”
    â€œLet’s go,” Mike said. “I don’t want to hear about my little cousin’s sex life, okay?”
    â€œWould you rather walk in on it?” Dan asked.
    â€œOutta here,” Mike said firmly.
    Jed was almost at the door, but he still overheard the last remarks from the group in the parlor.
    â€œWhat the hell was with Jed tonight?” Tony asked.
    â€œThe Beau Kidd thing,” Ana said. “When he wrote his book, he was sure Kidd was guilty, but now he doesn’t know.”
    Jed headed out the door to his Jeep and gunned the engine.
    Ana was right.
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    Ana left a few minutes later with Tony and Ilona. Dan and Mike had offered to drive her home, but Tony had assured them that he and Ilona would see her safely inside. Ana had bought her parents’ house when they had retired down to their place in the Keys, so she’d never moved once in her life. And at the price of real estate, she was lucky—as Christina was herself.
    Christina locked the front door as the stragglers left. One thing she didn’t have was an alarm system. Something she should probably consider in the future, she decided.
    There wasn’t much to do as far as cleaning up; paper plates for food that had arrived in cardboard cartons didn’t create much of a mess. She was done in five minutes.
    When the water stopped running, the house seemed almost painfully silent.
    She walked back into the parlor and immediately noticed the Ouija board. “You suck,” she muttered. Her eyes moved over the many boxes littering the room.
    For some reason, all those boxes made her feel uneasy. The fact that the house didn’t have an alarm—which had never bothered her before—now made her even more uneasy. The silence weighed on her.
    And she wished to God they had never played with the stupid Ouija board.
    She found herself walking around, turning on every light in the house. She even turned on the plasma television in the living room, thinking the noise would be good.
    The news came on instantly.
    â€œAs is common in such cases,” an attractive young anchorwoman was saying, “there was evidence that the police didn’t share with the public when the Interstate Killer was at work twelve years ago. The police have not yet commented on whether or not the murder of Sherri Mason shares any of those confidential similarities or not. As you may be aware, the Interstate Killer’s spree ended with the death of the man who had become the prime suspect, Detective Beau Kidd. Kidd was familiar with two of the victims, who—”
    Christina was tempted to throw the remote control across the room; she hit the power-off switch instead.
    Groaning, she rechecked the front door, turned off the lights and started up the stairs.
    She hadn’t taken over her grandmother’s room, and she wouldn’t. It was going to be her guest room, she had decided.
    â€œBeau Kidd, indeed,” she murmured aloud in annoyance when she reached