Chapter 22

“What was that about, that short exchange with Emily?”

“Oh, nothing much. She had what she called one of those odd feelings of hers the moment she walked into her room.”

“She has those quite a lot, does she?”

“No, not really. At least not since I’ve been seeing her. Most of what she talks about is rooted in the past, her childhood, and living with a foster family. Well, that’s not really accurate. They were blood relatives, her aunt and uncle, but unfortunately they lived a life ruled by spirits.”

“Alcoholics? How would the court—”

Guy gave a soft laugh. “No. Spiritualism. Ouija boards, séances, hand holding around a table while things go bump in the night. That kind of thing.”

“I didn’t know,” Hal said.

“Really? I thought we were supposed to have read all of the group’s files in preparation for this—and I use the word loosely—holiday.”

“Almost dinner time,” Hal said, glancing at the bedside clock. “I’m working up an appetite, as you can see.”