One Grave at a Time (Night Huntress #6)(22)

Herbert obeyed without hesitation. Dexter barked once at the ghost’s zooming approach, but before Chris finished muttering, “What kind of joke is this?” the ghost dove right through his upper torso and appeared out on the other side.

Chris stood absolutely still. Thoughts skidded across his mind almost too fast for me to read. Guts feel cold. Tingly, but she couldn’t actually be able to direct a ghost to do what she wants, could she? No f*ckin’ way.

“Stomach feels a bit unusual? A little icy and shivery, maybe?” I asked softly.

“How do you know that?” he asked.

“Ooh, that looks fun!” the other ghost cried, abandoning his attempt at hiding in the ceiling ducts to dive through Chris’s upper right side. More chaos sounded in Chris’s mind. Dexter barked again.

“You just had that same icy, prickling feeling in your right shoulder this time,” I said in a matter-of-fact way. “There’s another ghost in the room, and he’s a little playful. But if you need more proof that this isn’t a coincidence, I can tell them to do more demonstrations.”

The word “no” resounded in his mind, but Chris swallowed hard and nodded.

“Yeah. One more.”

Had to admire his courage. Chris might have studied paranormal phenomena and believed in ghosts for years, but I knew firsthand that having a ghost repeatedly bullet through your flesh was an unsettling experience.

“Herbert, one more time, please.”

The ghost complied, choosing Chris’s left calf to zip through this time. He was quickly followed by his buddy, who took the same path. Two shudders rocked Chris before his widened hazel gaze met mine. I shrugged.

“You felt that in your lower left leg. Twice, because his friend thought it looked fun, too.”

“Who are you people?” Chris asked with a touch of incredulity.

Bones draped an arm around my shoulder, smiling languidly at the investigator.

“We’re wealthy and on a timetable. Any more questions?”

Chris swallowed again as his mind spun to compartmentalize all that had just happened. What if she isn’t wrong about who this other ghost is, and what he can do? Still, even if it’s risky, there’s too much to learn to say no.

“One more question,” he said at last. “When do you want my team to get started on your problem?”

“Tomorrow,” Bones stated, his arched brow hinting that objections wouldn’t be acceptable.

Chris cleared his throat, a businesslike composure replacing his former uncertainty. “So we’re clear, I don’t know how to kill a ghost. I don’t even think that’s possible. What I do know, in theory, is how to imprison one, but for that you’d need to supply me with a lot of limestone, naturally running water, quartz, and moissanite.”

“Not a problem, you’ll have everything you need when you start tomorrow,” Bones replied without hesitation.

“He will?” Okay, I knew Bones approached every challenge with confidence, but it’s not like we could buy all those things at our local Walmart tonight.

He gave me a bland look. “Yeah, he will, Kitten.”

I stared at him in confusion until understanding dawned. “Oh,” I drew out. Then I grinned at Chris. “Not a problem at all.”





Ten



I shielded my eyes from the bright beam on Chris’s hard hat as he swung around in my direction. The glare was almost painful, but without those streams of light, Chris and his team would have been completely sightless in the cave. Bones and I had no need of artificial aid to see, and in any event, we both knew this place like the back of our hands. After all, this was where our relationship had begun.

“Reckon there should be enough limestone and running water for you here, and five hundred pounds of quartz and moissanite will be delivered later,” Bones stated, his wave encompassing the rocky underground riverbed we were gathered on. “Will that be sufficient?”

Chris’s headlight was aimed at Bones’s face, but unlike me, he didn’t blink under its harsh glare.

“It’s enough, but underground like this, cramped quarters, no electricity . . . it’ll take me a month at least to build the trap. Of course, the real problem is what’ll happen if the owner of this cave finds out what we’re doing.”

“No worries. I’m the owner, and it’s wired for electricity in places,” Bones replied.

Chris’s response reverberated across my mind. These people get stranger by the minute. “Great,” was what he said out loud. “Then in a few weeks, you’ll have—”

“Two,” Bones interrupted with a pleasant smile. The screech of protest in Chris’s head was silenced when Bones added, “Unless you’re not interested in a thirty percent bonus for each of you?”

Money might not be his primary motivator in being here, but Chris was interested in that bonus, and so were his crew. Over half of them were back at their headquarters examining the data from the sanitarium, but the four Chris felt were the most experienced were here. Lexie, Fred, Graham, and Nancy nudged each other, mentally and verbally running down different ways they could improve their efficiency.

“I think we could manage that,” Chris replied after a quick huddle with them.

“Splendid. You doubtless guessed that this work is strictly confidential, but here’s your reminder. No photos, video, or maps of the cave, and no mention of this to any of your mates.” The barest flash of green glinted in Bones’s eyes. “In fact, you are never to speak of this job to anyone once you’re finished. Understood?”