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her expertise to solve some of the unsolved crimes.  The project was funded secretly by federal agencies, and Danny's ability would allow her to view crime scene photos and make a connection with some of the departed. It didn't always work one hundred percent of the time and sometimes she wasn't able to communicate with the deceased. However, when they did, she needed a safe place to be alone and fall into her trance. It wasn't going to be feasible in the mini mansion office that Gerard had set up for her. She still hadn't told him about her ability and preferred he now never know.
                 Lucius had rented a small one-bedroom apartment for her to use as an office and be able to go into her spirit realm trance without interruption. He also set her up with all the hardware and software she would need to do the job. He also made sure any pass codes she needed, to access the various databases for privileged information, were now accessible to her. Lucius also offered her a substantial stipend since she was technically not working for any agency but now a private consultant. Danny decided to call the new e-zine The Body Hunters and Lucius made it all happen .
      Danny sat in the large leather swivel office chair in the waiting room, as she not so affectionately dubbed the office Gerard made for her in the house. It had all the appeal of a doctor's reception area.  A steaming mug of tea sat on the glass and chrome desk beside her beloved laptop. She was ready for her first editorial for the magazine. Since no spirit had come forward, she felt relatively safe that Gerard would not discover her in mid-trance, while she was concentrating on the grisly photos of the gang-related shooting of an up and coming new rapper Dizzy J.
                   The rapper had apparently pissed off a rival local rapper and gang member in his lyrics alluding to a sexual tryst with the rival's girlfriend. Viewing the photos of the blood bath on the streets of Los Angeles, no ethereal spirit connection was made. Dizzy J. wasn't making an appearance today.
      The huge black-and-white clock on the wall chimed and alerted Danny that she needed to get ready. Today was a special day. She was to see the clinic and spa for the first time meet Gerard for lunch. He promised her the grand tour and had made reservations at the new upscale Italian restaurant in town. Gerard hoped it would make her less homesick for her and Stephania's favorite hole in the wall spot .
        After finishing the editorial, Danielle padded into the master bedroom, taking off her clothes as she walked. She passed the four-poster mahogany king-sized bed and smiled a little remembering her first night in her new house "christening" the new bed and several other rooms that night with Gerard. She headed into the master bath off the bedroom that was complete with his and hers showers. Having grown up in sweltering hot and muggy Louisiana, she thought she was prepared for heat. The climate of Phoenix was something altogether different.  The triple digit arid temps in summer were stifling.  She ran her shower cooler than normal letting the jet sprays that came out of the walls at different angles massage and cool her.  Upon leaving New York, she had stolen a bottle of Stephania's favorite body wash, and the smell reminded her of the apartment in New York they shared, relieving a little of the homesickness she was feeling.
        Lathering her body she ran her finger down her zipper-like scar, left over from a childhood surgery to fix a faulty heart valve.  Though, barely noticeable to just passing glances, the old wound was a few shades lighter than her caramel complexion.  Danny's mother was white and her father was Haitian-Creole, like his mother Marie, her beloved grand mere, who was also the product of a biracial marriage. The mix was apparent with her shoulder length, naturally straight black hair and her skin tone that changed from lighter to darker in