Chapter 7

It took only a minute or two for Blake to remember why he was there. Part of his gift was to not only be aware on the spirit plane, but to direct his movements and intentions. Most spirits didn’t have a choice, and those who got stuck had even less. The majority of spirits moved on as they should, though sometimes it took a bit to manage it. The ones who couldn’t were the ones ghostwalkers sought to help. It was the sole reason his job existed.

As Blake focused, the fog rolled away and he found himself near the playground Shona had included in her report. It was a cheery, sunny day, and though the equipment moved as though it were being used, the place was deserted. At one time Blake would have thought it creepy and disconcerting. But he’d seen so much in his travels that not a lot affected him anymore.