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out!” I threw my hand against the dash as Nash
slammed on the brakes, but it was too late, the truck barreled right through
the man standing in the middle of the road. “No!” I braced for an impact that
never happened.
    “What the hell, Harry?” Nash brought the truck to a
complete stop and shifted it into park. He turned to look at me. “Are you
okay?”
    “He...you…I mean…” I shook my head and turned to look out
the back window of the truck. The man was standing in the middle of the road
looking back at me. “Son of a bitch!” I huffed out a breath.
    “Harry?” Nash eyed me with concern. He grabbed my hand and
turned to look out the back of the truck. “Oh, shit.”
    About a week ago, we had discovered that if Nash touched me
skin-to-skin, he could see what I was seeing when ghosts manifested. It
probably had something to do with the mate bond, although now that I think
about it, the first time Nash saw a ghost with me was before he had
marked me as his mate. Huh. Interesting, but that thought would have to wait
for another time.
    “Welcome to my life,” I said, turning my mind back to the
present with a wry smile. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize the guy was already
dead. I thought you were about to hit him.” I shrugged.
    “It’s okay, Harry. Does stuff like this happen often?”
    “Not really. It’s the first time a ghost has ever stepped
in front of my car.” I looked back at the ghost standing rather forlornly in
the street. “I guess I’d better go see what he wants. I don’t particularly
want him following me home.”
    I hopped out of the truck and Nash followed. As we
approached the ghost, Nash’s hand in mine, the spectre turned and started to
walk away.
    “Hey! Where are you going?” I hurried after him as he headed
towards a darkened alley.
    Nash put out his arm to stop me from following. “I don’t
like this, Harry. Stay behind me.” He pulled his gun out of the holster at his
waist. I frowned. He wasn’t wearing that a minute ago. He must have grabbed
it out of the truck. Keeping my hand in his left and his gun in his right,
Nash led me into the alley after the ghost. About halfway down, we found the
ghost staring down at a body, his body.
    “Maybe you should go wait in the truck,” Nash said, coming
to a halt a few feet away from the grisly sight.
    “What? Go back there? All by myself?” I shook my head,
but I think my smile gave my ploy away. “No thanks, I’ll stick with you.”
    Nash grumbled but didn’t say anything and he stepped towards
the body. It was partially covered by a piece of dirty cardboard. He pulled
out his phone and snapped a couple of pictures, the flash filling the alley
with light, and then he kicked the cardboard to the side. “Shit,” he said. He
ran a hand through his hair and then rubbed his forehead like he felt a
headache coming on. He punched some numbers into his phone. “Yeah, it’s
Nash. I’m going to need a couple of units and the M.E. I’ve got a DB in the
alley off of Dempsey, a few blocks east of Miller. Tell them to look for my
truck; I’ll throw the four-ways on.”
    I stepped closer, taking a look at the body in front of me.
“Holy…” I shook my head. The man’s throat was completely torn out. I looked
at Nash and he grimaced. “Where’s all the blood?” I asked, looking around the
alley.
    Nash took a deep breath and scanned the alley. “I don’t
know. It could be a body dump.” He tousled his hair again. “Listen, can you
run back to the truck and throw the hazard lights on? Maybe wait at the mouth
of the alley where I can see you and watch for the uniforms?”
    “Okay.” I turned to leave.
    “Harry, wait!” Nash grabbed my arm. “What about the ghost?
Maybe you should question him before backup gets here.”
    “I would, but I can’t. He’s gone.” Nash looked around in
surprise, sliding his hand to touch mine as he scanned the alley. “He
disappeared the moment we found the body.”
    “Do you