She lay her head down, her eyes meeting his.
“Honestly? I was horribly nervous. Working with Jackson? He’s determined to draw the best out in everyone. And then you and Ragnar and Red have worked together awhile; you know how each other thinks. Then I was thrown into the mix.”
He was silent a minute and then he told her, “I think you’re amazing.”
“Really?” She laughed and a light of mischief touched the emerald beauty of her eyes. “You mean, just now, or...”
She could be erotically passionate—and make him laugh. And ease away the tension a day could create.
“Amazing all around,” he assured her.
He pulled her into his arms. It was a while before they spoke again.
Then she lay by his side, and he knew after a moment they were both thinking about the events of the day.
“We know she was killed about a year and a half ago,” Colleen said.
“And Carver and our second killer possibly both made use of the area for coffin building,” he said.
“Now we have to find out where his latest workshop is located,” Colleen said.
He hesitated.
“You said sometimes you hear the dead. But you didn’t hear anything from her.”
“No. I think that means she is at peace; she’s gone on.”
“I like to assume that. Have you—”
“Yes.”
“You don’t know what I was going to say,” he told her.
She smiled. “There was a woman in our local cemetery. She waited for her husband to pass and he stayed a bit until he found her. And they seemed to disappear in a ray of sunlight right as dusk was falling. I think most people do just go on. I mean, if not, we wouldn’t be able to walk down a street without bumping into a spirit. The world of the human being has now gone on for so long. I do like it. But it’s nice to think there is a better place and to get to believe it without having to rely on faith, like most people do.”
“Or don’t.”
“Or don’t,” she agreed. “But, with this new young woman...”
“You heard nothing.”
“Nothing.”
“And that’s for the best, I guess,” he said. “Though it would be nice if, every now and then, a ghost did stick around to tell us who did it!”
She smiled. “It’s great we do have Sergeant Parker.”
“Even as a ghost—he’s only human.”
“True. So, where—”
“We keep up the search. We know a killer used the old ramshackle cabin at one time. He possibly went on to find a new one.”
Colleen nodded.
He pulled her closer.
“Tomorrow,” he said softly.
She eased against him.
Because tomorrow would come early.