brown-haired woman.
Dallas Stone beckoned Buck. Peeling out of his coat, Buck joined him in the kitchen. Dallas shook Buck’s hand then indicated a man.
“Alec Viho, Buck Walker.”
They shook hands. As soon as Buck made contact he felt a shock of recognition. Alec looked to be in his mid-thirties with long, black hair tied back in a ponytail. His face was dark, hard-planed, with a jutting nose, prominent cheekbones and a sharply outlined jaw. Buck knew they hadn’t met, but something about Alec struck a chord.
Maybe it was the aura.
Buck had seen glimmers of color surrounding people before. It hadn’t happened often and he’d never figured out why only some people had them. Alec’s aura was green and soothing.
“Glad to you meet you,” Alec said. “Dallas says good things.”
“Grab a drink,” Dallas said. “I’m going to see if I can wrangle that herd of cats into a meeting.”
Buck pulled a soda from the fridge. He felt Alec studying him.
“So you have a direct line to the dead,” Alec said. He spoke with the same casualness as if he’d said, “So I see you drive a Jeep.”
Maybe it was the aura, or maybe the man’s utter calm, but Buck felt a sense of relief. “I guess,” Buck said.
“You’re untrained.” Alec nodded. “That’s okay. Never too late to learn.”
“Do you see ghosts?”
“Not so much.”
Buck’s head reeled. He’d never met anyone so accepting. Alec stared out the glass sliding door. Though it was only six o’clock, the backyard was dead dark. Buck could just make out the bulky shape of a gas barbecue grill and a basketball hoop mounted on a tall pole. Buck asked, “Why do you believe me?”
“Is there a reason I shouldn’t?”
Feminine laughter caused both men to turn their heads. The female members of the team had gathered at the far end of the conference table. Buck caught Desi’s eyes. She gave him an icy look before turning back to her friends.
Alec chuckled, low and charged with amusement. “Don’t take it personal, Buck. She doesn’t like me, either.”
Buck stiffened, wondering if his feelings were that transparent or if Alec was extremely intuitive. He hoped it was the latter. “She’s a piece of work.”
“She has a good heart. A warrior’s heart. But she shoulders the problems of others instead of looking at her own.” Alec smiled. “She throws boulders on her own life path.”
Interesting man, Buck thought. “Did you get to the Moore house today?”
Alec nodded. “It was quiet when we left. All are where they belong now.”
Buck hoped the little boy had joined his loved ones on the Other Side. He really hoped the Dark Presence had gone straight to hell.
“Everybody’s here,” Dallas said. “Let’s get the show on the road.”
Buck took a chair near the head of the table and Alec sat beside him. Fifteen people crowded around the conference table. Dallas pointed to Tara Chase, Rampart’s researcher and historian.
Tara opened a folder. “I found more info about the Moore house. You’ve all seen the transcript of the question-and-answer session with Desi, Buck and the K2 meter, right? If you didn’t get the e-mail, let me know and I’ll resend it.” She glanced at her notes. “After the original owner died, his younger brother inherited the house. He had six children. Three boys and three girls. The youngest, a little boy named Jonathon, was the only child of the husband’s third wife. He died of influenza in 1919. He was nine years old.”
“Wow,” John Ringo said. “That fits exactly with what Buck and Desi picked up in the K2 session. Good job, Tara.”
She closed the folder. “I should be able to post all the material I found out about the house this week. Even without ghosts it’s a fascinating place.”
Dallas nodded. “We did a blessing at the Moores today. It went well. The Moores aren’t leaving, but they did move their bedroom downstairs to a room where nothing is torn up. They say they feel better since the investigation, and they haven’t been seeing or hearing things. I think Mr. Moore was more shaken up by the EVP than Mrs. Moore was, but he seems cool with it now. Especially since his wife isn’t waking up screaming anymore. They invited us to come back when the renovations are finished to see if we can catch anything else. Chalk one up to the good guys.”
Heads bobbed and murmurs rippled through the room. Buck caught Desi’s sideways glance. She slid her attention away as if she hadn’t been looking at him at all.
“Well, folks,” Pippin O’Malley said. The pretty redhead with big green eyes and a smattering of freckles tapped the scarred tabletop with her knuckles. “I have a case our resident psychic might be able to help with.”
All eyes turned to Buck and his spine went rigid.
“I’ve been talking to a single mom with two kids. Her cousin lives with her. The cousin says she’s a psychic and she senses unhealthy spirits in the house. Our single mom thinks her children are in danger.”
“Boot the cousin to the street,” Desi said. “Problem solved.”
“I agree,” Pippin said. “But I don’t think she’ll do that.”
“Any activity?” Dallas asked.
“Only the cousin’s claims. I feel bad for the mom. She’s barely making it financially, but she’s ready to break her lease and move her kids out.”
Buck asked, “How do you think I could help?”
Pippin smiled at Buck. “A psychic reading.”
Several people burst into laughter. Buck felt like slinking out of the meeting and never returning.
“Shut up!” Dallas rapped the table. “Come on, guys. We aren’t icy-cold scientists. Part of our mission is to help people. For God’s sake, we’re talking little kids here. Go ahead, Pip.”
Buck hated the word “reading” It sounded like something you did with a 1-900 number after asking a sucker for a credit card number.
Pippin said, “Buck isn’t like those guys on television.”
Desi snorted and slumped on her chair. “They’re all crackpots.” The hard look she tossed at Buck said Just like you .
Buck met her glare with narrowed eyes.
“I’m ninety-nine percent certain there’s nothing paranormal going on,” Pippin said. “So let’s call this a mission of mercy. We do a full investigation, then Buck can do a reading. Counteract the cousin. Who does sound like one of those guys on television, by the way.”
“A battle of the psychics?” Desi shook her head, sending her hair
