Chapter 4

Most of what he’d dealt with so far was spirit-related. You got a lot of ghosts right next to a cemetery. Ned was helpful mainly with that, although he often had random information and Dane couldn’tfigure out where the hell he’d gotten it. He never cared to say, either.

“Getting another problem grave,” said Ned. Dane took a drink and glared at him to continue. “Out near the three pines. Not a recent one, either—she’s been dead almost as long as me. Eliza Bartley, rest her soul, refuses to keep resting her soul.”

“Specifics? What are we looking at? Possessions, undead, whatever the hell you are but evil…?”

“Who’s to say I’m not evil?” asked Ned, and grinned. His face pulled too wide and stretched into a gruesome look. Dane was unimpressed. He took a final drink and replaced the rye.

“I am. I don’t like you I’ll send you on.”

“I’d say I’d like to see you try, but here doesn’t seem the place.”