Logan frowned again as he realized he’d spent the past few minutes staring at the email he’d gotten from a fellow hunter and hadn’t read a word of it. Giving himself a mental shake, he went back to the beginning and started reading again. He was halfway through the message when the front door burst open and Presley ran in. He was about to rib her for being late when he noticed how pale she was. He thought for a moment the ghost from the house in Delhi actually had followed her home last night, but before he could ask, she slapped a newspaper down on the table in front of him.
“I want to hire you to find a ghost,” she said breathlessly.
Logan raised a brow. “You already hired us. Since we’re ghost hunters, finding them sort of comes with the package.”
She didn’t even crack a smile at his dry sense of humor. Instead, she shook her head and jabbed her finger at the picture on the front page of the newspaper. “I don’t want you to find any ghost. I want you to find this ghost.”
Logan looked at the newspaper, his brow furrowing. The picture featured a crowd of people standing in front of a brick apartment building. Although Presley’s hand was hiding most of the headline, he saw enough to know the picture had something to do with the murder that had happened in Stamford last night. Presley was pointing at a guy in the back of the crowd. Even though the man’s face was half hidden by the woman standing in front of him, Logan could make out short blond hair, close-set eyes and a slightly crooked nose. While he might be a little creepy looking, the guy was way too corporeal to be a ghost.
Logan lifted his head to see Presley regarding him expectantly. The woman who had held it together last night was completely gone to be replaced by one who was totally freaked out. In fact, freaked out didn’t even cover it. She looked positively terrified. All from seeing some guy in a newspaper.
“Presley, this guy doesn’t look like a ghost to me. What makes you think he is?”
She swallowed convulsively. “Trust me, okay? He’s a ghost. I need you to find him and kill him or exorcise him or whatever it is you do. Please.”
Damn, she was almost hysterical.
“Calm down, Presley. I can see you’re serious about this and I want to believe you, but you’re going to have to give me a little bit more to go on. Why do you think this guy is a ghost?”
“I just know he is.”
Mav leaned over to look at the picture. “Ghosts don’t normally stand around in a crowd of people, especially not a crowd of people having their picture taken. It’s hard for any ghost to maintain a substantial form for long.”
“He’s right,” Logan said. “Look, you’re probably still a little shaken up from seeing the ghost last night. An encounter like that can be traumatic and sometimes you can start seeing things that aren’t there.”
She stiffened, her eyes narrowing. “Don’t patronize me, Logan. I’m not still shaken up and I’m not seeing things that aren’t there. He’s a ghost, I know it.”
“How can you be so sure?”
Her lower lip trembled as she hesitated. “Because I killed him, okay?” she finally blurted out. “I killed him!”