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Olivia watched the man under attack check to see if the car doors were locked. They were, but that didn’t make any difference to Travis. He pulled the driver’s door open and bent inside, pressing himself against the hapless Pete, turning the tables on him. He’d kidnapped Travis, but he was now the captive. Olivia

“Let’s find out,” Gabe suggested. “Okay.” Olivia felt Travis step a few feet away. She saw him, but more dimly than he’d been manifesting to her before their crazy transformation. As he walked several feet farther, she began to feel a tug or a strain. When he took another step, she called out, “Stop.” He

“Where are you going?” Olivia asked. “First, do a little more research. Then I need to get another car. I have to assume that the guys watching Travis’s house will be on the lookout for my current one.” “How long will you be gone?” “Why don’t we meet back here tomorrow morning? Meanwhile, I’ll be

Harold Goddard, alias Mr. Smith, had sent men to watch Carson’s house and the entrance to the marina where he kept his boat. The watcher at the residence had noted that the same car had driven past a couple of times. The guy had been able to snap a photograph of the driver. He looked

From his position behind a tree, Gabe surveyed what he could only think of as the Langston estate. There was a wide lawn leading down a gentle slope to a wood lot that gave him cover. The house occupying pride of place at the top of the hill was probably a couple of hundred years

Olivia yanked open the van’s door and then slammed it shut, making sure to click the locks. The man who had accosted her on the pier had to jump out of the way as she started the engine and barreled out of the parking lot. When she looked behind her, she saw him standing next

“Ms. Langston?” a voice asked. “Yes.” “This is Sarah Riley from Unique Interiors.” The name of the shop was like a stab to Olivia’s chest. She’d been so caught up with her unknown ghost and then with Travis that she’d completely forgotten about her business obligations. “What happened?” The voice on the phone went on.

Gabe Bowman looked at the addresses Miss Wilder had given him. They were both in St. Stephens, about an hour and a half away. He wanted to begin the investigation. Maybe Carson’s house was a logical place to start. He drove through the flat countryside where corn and soybean fields had once been. There was

This time, it was Olivia who screamed. She sat up with a jerk and started to push herself off the bed, afraid that she was going to throw up on the covers. Somehow, she brought the nausea under control. Eyes closed, she collapsed back against the pillows as sobs began to wrack her. Terrifying and

Olivia’s throat was so clogged that she could barely speak, but she managed to say, “I want to know the rest of it.” She knew Travis had been hoping she would tell him to forget about the rest, but she had to know. “All right.” She watched as the chair Travis was strapped into slowly changed