“Starting to believe now?" Duncan asked, a smug look on his face that Laci wanted to smack off.
Damn ghost.
“You talk to dead people?" Tansy asked, her brows pinched over her nose.
Laci sighed, not really wanting to go into it. “Seems so," she said with a weak shrug. “It's been a crazy few days. Seems the further away from this life I try to get, the more it just wants to keep dragging me back."
Mark Rochester glanced over at her, his eyes narrow slits as he studied her. “You know what's happening? How these people are dying?"
Laci nodded. “Or, at least, I might have a clue, but," she glanced over at Duncan who just stood there smiling at her, “to know for sure I need to see the bodies." At least, that's how she hoped it worked. She probably should have asked Nazareth more questions
