Chapter 5

“I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“Take care of yourself,” said Dane. When he glanced at Ned, the ghost’s expression was closed off, neither joking nor concerned, just blank. Almost eerily blank. “Don’t engage. Sometimes they can be nasty pieces of work.”

“I’ve been around a while, thanks.”

Dane thought he should feel insulted at that, but really he was just tired and irritated. It was late, his report to the Order was overdue, and they were going to start riding his ass for it. Worst of all, hewas thinking about that damned professor again, whatever his name was. He didn’t want to deal with Eliza’s bout of ethereal indigestion. He turned away from the grave.

“Anything else going on I should know about?”

“Such as?”

“I don’t fucking know, Ned, you tell me.”

“Some other grave rumblings. Nothing you need to worry about. Some people in to look at a plot—I’d bet on them burying someone soon, but I seem to have no currency.”

“Right. Anything not in the graveyard I should know about?”