Chapter 12

Ivan reached down and grabbed his radio. “Helen, we’re okay. Don’t let the cops come in. It’ll all blow over by morning.”

“It? It what? What is it? Why did Killian take off his—” But the big man switched off the power on his walkie-talkie. He took Killian’s, too, right off his belt, and switched it off. Both of them joined the cameras on the counter. Next he reached behind himself and removed his mic pack, then Killian’s, and left both of those next to the growing pile of equipment.

They stood together in silence.

“There is more to the world than you could possibly imagine,” Ivan whispered.

“Well, yeah,” Killian said. “Obviously.” He was on edge now. Why wouldn’t Ivan want him to be able to talk to Helen?

“I mean…physically. Metaphysically. Spiritually.”

“I believe in ghosts and magic,” Killian said. “You might underestimate how big my imagination is.”

Ivan chuckled. “Maybe. You’re doing better than most people, anyway.”

“Why’d you turn the radios off?”