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person looking as if she were at peace, merely sleeping.
    She had seen enough, he thought.
    And she had somehow risen above it all.
    He felt even more like a lout, if that were possible.
    “You have every right,” he agreed.
    “That woman was a jerk,” she said. “Lori Star? I doubt it. I don’t know where she was getting her information, but I’m sure she’s not in touch with helpful spirits or anything like that.”
    The way Genevieve looked at him, he knew that she was thinking about Leslie, too. She had known that her kidnapper had been determined to kill Leslie; she’d been at the top of his list.
    Because Leslie had known things. She had seen things. He wasn’t certain that psychic was the word to describe her, but whatever she’d been, she’d been for real.
    He waved a hand in the air. “Hey, I was a horse’s ass last night, and it was inexcusable,” he said.
    “No, once you weren’t so angry, you were kind of cute.”
    Kind of cute? Great. Just what he’d always wanted to be. A kind-of-cute drunk.
    “Well, thanks for your forgiveness. And your couch.”
    “Think nothing of it.”
    “I need to get going.”
    “Joe, there’s a meeting tonight,” she informed him, her eyes somber.
    “A meeting?” Heaven help him, did she think he needed AA?
    “Of the—the Ravens.”
    He looked at her quizzically. “On Saturday night? Date night?” His tone was mocking; he was stalling her, he knew. “Must be a wild bunch,” he said.
    “Joe, we’re going.”
    “No.”
    “Joe, you promised last night that—”
    He lifted a hand. Damn, she was persistent.
    “I said I’d take the case,” he told her. “And I’ll go to the meeting. But you aren’t going.”
    “Of course I am!” she said indignantly.
    “No.”
    “Yes.”
    “Genevieve—”
    “My mother is going to be there, Joe. There’s no way I’m not going to be there, too.”
    He fell silent. What the hell was the matter with these people? If they all believed that Thorne Bigelow had been killed because he was a Raven, wouldn’t anyone sane think that perhaps they shouldn’t meet until the killer had been apprehended?
    “It’s just stupid for them to be meeting,” he snapped.
    “Stupid or not, it’s happening,” Genevieve said. “Besides, you’re the one who said that the whole Poe thing is a smoke screen.”
    “I said it could be a smoke screen.”
    “That…woman said that another Raven would be dead in a matter of days.”
    “Gen…” He winced, lowering his head. He wasn’t sure if he was feeling the temple-pounding headache of a killer hangover, or a sense of mixed anger and dread. Gen was surely the most stubborn human being he’d ever met. She was like pit bull on behalf of the underdog or any cause she believed in. She rushed in where the sane wouldn’t go.
    But he wasn’t angry with her, only upset that people liked to play so casually with the fears of others by claiming to know the future.
    He lifted his chin, eyes on fire, and pointed a finger at her. “I said I’d take the case, and I will. But you’ll listen to me.”
    “I always listen to you, Joe,” she said softly. That unnerved him.
    Oh, yeah, she listened, in a perfect case of point noted—and rejected.
    “Joe, honestly, I have to go tonight.”
    “And you think the Ravens are just going to discuss some favorite masterpiece by Poe?”
    She shrugged. “I’m sure they’ll talk about the murder.”
    “We’re not members. Are you sure they’ll let us in?”
    “Members are always free to bring guests. It’s simply a matter of paying for their meals. And can you imagine anyone trying to tell my mother that she’s not welcome to bring her daughter and a friend?”
    Gen had a point. Eileen had the power to open a lot of doors.
    He stood up. The world didn’t rock. A shower would fix him, he decided.
    “All right, I’m going home, but I’ll be back in time to go to the meeting with you. And you’ll stay here until I come back for