Haunted
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Ted's gaze shot to Kristof, eyes widening. "But you—you said—"
Kris only shrugged.
"Show me your guts again," I said. "I want to see how far I can pull out your intestines, maybe wrap them around your neck and use them as a leash."
Ted opened his mouth, but only a squeak came out.
"He'll make a fine pet, my dear," Kristof said as he stepped behind me. "I can't wait to hear him scream."
I smiled. "You won't have to wait long."
Kristof slid a hand across my bare thigh. As his fingers crept up to my rear, I leaned back into him, twisted to his ear, and whispered, "Keep going, and I'll play with your intestines."
A throaty chuckle, as if I'd said something wickedly sexy. His hand slid to the back of my leg… and stayed there. At a warning look from me, he withdrew, but not before tickling his fingers over my inner thigh and sending a shiver through me.
"Let's hurry," he murmured, loud enough for Ted to hear. "We'll take him down and show him his new home… see how fast you can make him scream."
He started a phony incantation, then stopped. I shot a questioning look over my shoulder.
"Perhaps we should have kept another," Kris said. "A guard might have proved useful, to ensure none of them returns, and no others take their place."
"Guard," Ted squeaked. "I'd make a great guard." He sidled toward Kris. "I'll watch the place for you, and keep out trespassers and anything else you—"
Kris flung him away with a knock-back spell.
I leaned back against Kristof. "You take him. I'll find another."
" I'll find you another."
I smiled. "Even better. And if this one doesn't do his job—"
"I will," Ted said. "I'll stay right in this hospital—"
"No, you'll stay right outside it," Kris said. "And you won't bother any of the patients. They're ours, under our protection."
"Speaking of ours," I said. "What about Jaime?"
"Is she yours, too?" Ted said. "No problem. I'll stay away from her."
"Of course you will," Kris said. "Because you'll be here, on the grounds, and you will not leave until we return and tell you to go."
"Got it."
Kris made Ted swear a soul-binding oath. It was magical mumbo-jumbo, but Ted bought it… and the rain of sparks and ending clap of thunder were nice cinematic touches. Then Kris waved his hands, and a swirl of fog rose from the floor. When it enveloped us, we transported back to the ghost world, and found ourselves in an open field.
I poked Kristof in the chest. " You were amazing."
"The thunderclap was a bit much. And maybe the lightning bolts."
"Never. You were perfect."
As his eyes lit up, my laugh floated through the field.
"You miss that?" I said. "Not having flunkies telling you how wonderful you are?"
His gaze met mine, and his voice softened. "Never mattered. You're the only one who ever said it like it might be true."
I dropped my gaze and stepped back. "I should go and tell Jaime her problem's been solved. Thanks for
—"
"Anytime. You know that."
I nodded. "I'm off, then. Check in with you later?"
"Please. Oh, one last thing. When you're talking to Jaime, I'm sure my name won't come up… but you might want to make sure that it doesn't."
I sighed. "What'd you do to her?"
"It wasn't me—"
"Let me rephrase that. What did your employees do to her on your orders? Or, on second thought, don't tell me." I rolled my eyes. "Guess I should have known—if I'd never done anything to her, you would have. I swear, between the two of us we've pissed off ninety-five percent of the supernatural world."
"And killed the other five."
"We gotta work on our people skills, Kris."
"And what would be the fun in that?"
I smiled, shook my head, then transported to Jaime's apartment.
Chapter 9
IF I SUCCEEDED IN GETTING RID OF JAIME'S STALKER-spook, I was supposed to go to her apartment and wait for her there. When I found her apartment, I did indeed wait for her… waited at least a good ten minutes. Then I started hunting for clues to tell me where she'd gone. I found the answer on the calendar—she'd been invited to an event at some city councillor's place. That didn't give me much to go on, but I struck it lucky a second time by finding a small stack of invitations on her desk. Of course, tonight's wasn't on the top of the pile. That would be too easy. So I had to drill down through them using my Aspicio powers. That took some work—I could easily have cleared a peephole right through the stack and the desk, but going down layer by layer was much tougher. After about thirty minutes of working at it, I got down to the right invitation. That provided me with an address. Then I had to pop back to my house in Savannah, grab my book of city maps, and find out where that address led. I only knew three travel codes for Chicago, so the closest I could get was six miles away. Could be worse, I guess, but it was still quite a hike.
When I finally arrived at the house, it was past midnight. The street was lined with cars, people spilling from the house, eager enough for fresh air that they were willing to brave the cold—or too drunk to notice it.
I found Jaime in the dining room, talking to an immaculately dressed and coifed woman in her fifties.
Now, I'd learned my lesson back at the TV studio. Or, I should say, I admitted that Jaime had a point about ghosts shanghaiing her when she was in the middle of a conversation with a living person. So I hung back out of her line of vision, and waited. Waited some more. Waited another thirty seconds, then decided to slip closer and see if I could politely divert her attention.
As I drew near, I got a better look at Jaime's companion. Even from the back, she screamed upper-class professional, with perfect posture, a designer suit, and short hair artfully laced with silver, allowing the appearance of a graceful descent into maturity. An executive or a lawyer, maybe even the councillor hosting the party. Her posture and gestures oozed the confidence of a woman who's found her place in life and settled happily into it. But when I circled around enough to see her face, it told a different story.
Kris only shrugged.
"Show me your guts again," I said. "I want to see how far I can pull out your intestines, maybe wrap them around your neck and use them as a leash."
Ted opened his mouth, but only a squeak came out.
"He'll make a fine pet, my dear," Kristof said as he stepped behind me. "I can't wait to hear him scream."
I smiled. "You won't have to wait long."
Kristof slid a hand across my bare thigh. As his fingers crept up to my rear, I leaned back into him, twisted to his ear, and whispered, "Keep going, and I'll play with your intestines."
A throaty chuckle, as if I'd said something wickedly sexy. His hand slid to the back of my leg… and stayed there. At a warning look from me, he withdrew, but not before tickling his fingers over my inner thigh and sending a shiver through me.
"Let's hurry," he murmured, loud enough for Ted to hear. "We'll take him down and show him his new home… see how fast you can make him scream."
He started a phony incantation, then stopped. I shot a questioning look over my shoulder.
"Perhaps we should have kept another," Kris said. "A guard might have proved useful, to ensure none of them returns, and no others take their place."
"Guard," Ted squeaked. "I'd make a great guard." He sidled toward Kris. "I'll watch the place for you, and keep out trespassers and anything else you—"
Kris flung him away with a knock-back spell.
I leaned back against Kristof. "You take him. I'll find another."
" I'll find you another."
I smiled. "Even better. And if this one doesn't do his job—"
"I will," Ted said. "I'll stay right in this hospital—"
"No, you'll stay right outside it," Kris said. "And you won't bother any of the patients. They're ours, under our protection."
"Speaking of ours," I said. "What about Jaime?"
"Is she yours, too?" Ted said. "No problem. I'll stay away from her."
"Of course you will," Kris said. "Because you'll be here, on the grounds, and you will not leave until we return and tell you to go."
"Got it."
Kris made Ted swear a soul-binding oath. It was magical mumbo-jumbo, but Ted bought it… and the rain of sparks and ending clap of thunder were nice cinematic touches. Then Kris waved his hands, and a swirl of fog rose from the floor. When it enveloped us, we transported back to the ghost world, and found ourselves in an open field.
I poked Kristof in the chest. " You were amazing."
"The thunderclap was a bit much. And maybe the lightning bolts."
"Never. You were perfect."
As his eyes lit up, my laugh floated through the field.
"You miss that?" I said. "Not having flunkies telling you how wonderful you are?"
His gaze met mine, and his voice softened. "Never mattered. You're the only one who ever said it like it might be true."
I dropped my gaze and stepped back. "I should go and tell Jaime her problem's been solved. Thanks for
—"
"Anytime. You know that."
I nodded. "I'm off, then. Check in with you later?"
"Please. Oh, one last thing. When you're talking to Jaime, I'm sure my name won't come up… but you might want to make sure that it doesn't."
I sighed. "What'd you do to her?"
"It wasn't me—"
"Let me rephrase that. What did your employees do to her on your orders? Or, on second thought, don't tell me." I rolled my eyes. "Guess I should have known—if I'd never done anything to her, you would have. I swear, between the two of us we've pissed off ninety-five percent of the supernatural world."
"And killed the other five."
"We gotta work on our people skills, Kris."
"And what would be the fun in that?"
I smiled, shook my head, then transported to Jaime's apartment.
Chapter 9
IF I SUCCEEDED IN GETTING RID OF JAIME'S STALKER-spook, I was supposed to go to her apartment and wait for her there. When I found her apartment, I did indeed wait for her… waited at least a good ten minutes. Then I started hunting for clues to tell me where she'd gone. I found the answer on the calendar—she'd been invited to an event at some city councillor's place. That didn't give me much to go on, but I struck it lucky a second time by finding a small stack of invitations on her desk. Of course, tonight's wasn't on the top of the pile. That would be too easy. So I had to drill down through them using my Aspicio powers. That took some work—I could easily have cleared a peephole right through the stack and the desk, but going down layer by layer was much tougher. After about thirty minutes of working at it, I got down to the right invitation. That provided me with an address. Then I had to pop back to my house in Savannah, grab my book of city maps, and find out where that address led. I only knew three travel codes for Chicago, so the closest I could get was six miles away. Could be worse, I guess, but it was still quite a hike.
When I finally arrived at the house, it was past midnight. The street was lined with cars, people spilling from the house, eager enough for fresh air that they were willing to brave the cold—or too drunk to notice it.
I found Jaime in the dining room, talking to an immaculately dressed and coifed woman in her fifties.
Now, I'd learned my lesson back at the TV studio. Or, I should say, I admitted that Jaime had a point about ghosts shanghaiing her when she was in the middle of a conversation with a living person. So I hung back out of her line of vision, and waited. Waited some more. Waited another thirty seconds, then decided to slip closer and see if I could politely divert her attention.
As I drew near, I got a better look at Jaime's companion. Even from the back, she screamed upper-class professional, with perfect posture, a designer suit, and short hair artfully laced with silver, allowing the appearance of a graceful descent into maturity. An executive or a lawyer, maybe even the councillor hosting the party. Her posture and gestures oozed the confidence of a woman who's found her place in life and settled happily into it. But when I circled around enough to see her face, it told a different story.
