Chapter 11

“Occasionally I assist spirits on their way,” said Ned, examining the cuff of his sleeve nonchalantly. “Bethany, for all her death was strange, was mostly ready to pass on. She just needed a little guidance. Some people are bad with directions, so bad they can’t find their way after they’re dead. To use terms you can understand, there are those who ‘see the light,’ so to speak and turn away—myself, for one—and those few who have to be shown where ‘the light,’ is. Bethany was one of those. She’d been wandering around corpse and car for hours, unable to find her way.”

“Do you have a frickin’ point?” asked Dane.

“She had magically-tinged products in her car,” said Ned. It was blunt, to the point—and Dane noddedsatisfactorily at hearing it.

“Wait,” said Sean, frowning. “You noticed a suspicious death and didn’t ask the ghost of the potential victim about it?”

“Yeah, Ned’s a professional,” said Dane, sarcasm dripping from every word.