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had died, but
she understood that anything that might be discovered would be most easily found
before too much time had elapsed.
    She lifted her hands. “Of course,” she said with a nod. “Are
you coming?” she asked Adam, her voice hopeful.
    “If you wish, my dear.”
    “Please.”
    Tyler admired the effect Adam had on others. He knew that
Harrison had once had a son, Josh, and that Josh had been killed in an accident
at a young age. Josh had apparently been born with a sixth sense, and when he’d
died, Adam had spent years trying to reach him. Tyler had recently heard that
the father could finally talk to the son, although Adam didn’t usually have the
ability to communicate with the dead.
    What he did have was an uncanny ability to connect with the
living.
    Tyler definitely wished he had a little more of that ability
himself. He wasn’t sure why he seemed to lack it. Maybe it was his height, which
people often considered intimidating, since he stood at about six-five. From the
time he was a kid, he’d wanted nothing but to be a Texas Ranger and now,
although he loved the change in what he was doing, he wondered if he carried
some kind of aura from the years he’d spent working in tough areas of Texas. He
didn’t know if it was his appearance or his no-nonsense demeanor, but people
seemed to find him imposing, and it always took him a while to convince them
that he wasn’t a swaggering, gun-toting cowboy.
    “Well, then, let’s get going,” Adam said. “I know you must be
emotionally drained, my dear, but we’ll get you home soon.”
    “That’s it? I can just walk out?”
    “That’s it.”
    She stood, a bit clumsily. Tyler saw that she was a respectable
height for a woman, maybe five-eight or nine, and that she wore the historic
dress exceptionally well. She seemed fragile for a second, as if she’d been
sitting too long and couldn’t quite find her feet. She didn’t shake him off when
he touched her, but she said regally, “Thank you. I’m fine.”
    He released her elbow and they exited the station. Detective
Jenson was waiting for them at the precinct door. “Thank you, Ms. Leigh. Thank
you for your patience with us. And please accept my deepest sympathies.”
    She nodded. “If I can do anything, provide any more
information…” She paused. They’d already kept her long enough to glean anything
she was likely to know.
    Tyler’s SUV was just outside the station and he nodded toward
it. “We’ll get you home as quickly as we can,” he promised.
    Adam politely ushered Allison into the passenger seat and took
the rear himself, insisting that even at his age, he’d show courtesy to a lady
until he keeled over.
    Although he was silent during the drive, Allison began to
speak. “It seemed like such an ordinary day,” she murmured.
    “There were a lot of tours?” Tyler asked her.
    “Yes, it was busy, which is good. We work hard to make the
tours interesting and informative, and to keep the house sustaining itself.”
    Tyler asked a few questions about historical tours as he drove,
trying to put her at ease. They reached the house, parking in the adjacent
lot.
    Maybe it was fitting that there’d be a full moon that night.
The house seemed large and alive in the light, encased by the shadows
surrounding it.
    By day, he thought, it was probably a handsome Colonial house,
built to withstand the ages. But now…
    Now it seemed as if it were waiting.
    There were warnings posted by the police. No Trespassing!
Invasion of the Premises in Any Manner Will Result in Immediate Arrest!
    The warnings covered the sign beyond the podium that usually
advertised the property’s hours of admission and the prices of tours.
    “There’s—there’s tape all over the house.” Allison spoke
blankly, obviously too tired to be shocked.
    “Yes, your chairman has ordered the house closed for a few
weeks, long enough for a real investigation,” Adam said.
    Tyler slipped a knife from his jacket pocket to cut