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occasionally I detect the sort of currents that tell me there is a secret that needs to be found. And before you ask, I can’t explain that part, either. As the old saying goes, I know it when I see it.”
    He nodded once, satisfied. “You’re a kind of finder-talent.”
    “Yes.”
    “Any idea what the fog in here is telling you?”
    “No.” Another frisson of awareness chilled her. “But like I said, the answer is in the basement, and I don’t think that it’s going to be good.”
    “The house feels empty.”
    “I agree.” You could always tell, she thought. Empty houses gave off their own unique vibes. “But something feels wrong.”
    “Let’s take a look at the basement,” Fallon suggested.
    “Okay.” She took out her flashlight and switched it on again. “Electricity is off.”
    “No surprise there.”
    He moved into the foyer and reached inside his jacket. She was startled when she saw the gun appear in his hand.
    “Wow,” she said. “You brought your gun.”
    “You made me nervous when you called and said you needed backup.”
    “Oh. Sorry. I really don’t think there’s an immediate threat. As you said, the house feels empty. But I hate finding dead bodies by myself.”
    “And that’s what you’re expecting?”
    “I’ve seen this kind of fog before.”
    She followed him into the foyer, her senses wide open.
    He took a flashlight out of the pocket of his coat and switched it on. “Which way?”
    “I forgot you can’t see the energy.” She aimed the beam of the flashlight directly in front of him. “Turn left. The basement door is halfway down that hall.”
    He glanced at the floorboards. “Lot of footprints in the dust.”
    “Don’t forget, Norma Spaulding has been in here. She also said that there were indications that transients had camped out in the house from time to time.”
    “Probably the source of the rumors about the place being haunted.” He stopped in front of the basement door. “Is this the right door?”
    “Yes.”
    Fallon opened the door. They both looked down the concrete steps.
    “Still feels empty,” Fallon said.
    Isabella moved closer to the opening and studied the cold light roiling and surging below. The sense of urgency that had set her nerves on edge climbed higher.
    “We need to find whatever it is down there that needs finding,” she said, resigned. “Crap. I hate this part.”
    He studied the scene below. “Interesting.”
    She glanced sharply at him. “What?”
    “A wooden floor.”
    “What about it?”
    “Looks new.”
    “Maybe one of the previous owners finished off the basement,” she suggested.
    “I did a quick search of the property records after you left the office today. No one has lived in this house for over forty years. That floor was put in recently.”
    “Okay, I’m not arguing the point.” She tried to ignore the fact that she was shivering. “The good news is that I don’t see any bodies down there.”
    “Wait here. I’m going to take a closer look.”
    “No, I’ll come with you.”
    He looked at her. “Are you sure you want to do that?”
    It wouldn’t be the first time she had followed the currents of fog to a bad end.
    “When I get this far, I need to find the answer,” she said.
    He surprised her with one of his rare smiles. “Same here.”
    “Two of a kind,” she said, keeping her voice light.
    He seemed briefly startled by the comment, as if it had never occurred to him that he might have something in common with another human being. But he did not say anything.
    She followed him down the steps. When they reached the bottom, they stood knee-deep in the sea of fog. The paranormal cold was so bone-chilling now that even Fallon sensed it.
    “You’re right,” he said. “Lots of bad energy down here.”
    She studied the glacial whirlpool in the center of the room. “I think most of the really terrible stuff is coming from under the floorboards.”
    He raked the windowless room with the beam of his