Living With the Dead (Otherworld 9)

"But you do know you're a necromancer."

"If that's what it's called, I guess so. I just know that seeing ghosts runs in my family."

"But the rest of it... ? Clairvoyants? Demons? Werewolves?"

"Uh, no."

"Oh, boy."

As silence settled over them, a figure flickered to Finn's right, by the side fence. An arm appeared. Then a leg in midstride. Finally a faint figure shimmered, heading his way. A few paces later, Damon popped into full view.

"Oh, so now you can see me. About time. I've been - " Damon turned the corner and saw Robyn, and his face -

Finn looked away, feeling like he had when he'd come home from college early one weekend to walk in on Rick proposing to his girlfriend, his face raw with longing and hope. Finn had known she'd turn him down, and that had made it all the more painful to see, knowing the moment couldn't end in anything except disappointment, as this one would for Damon.

As Finn pretended to look for the ambulance, he scratched the back of his neck, not because it itched, but just to have something to do. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Damon approach Robyn, slowly, warily, as if expecting her to disappear.

Whatever powers had kept Damon from being near his wife had evidently lifted that ban. Maybe because Finn still needed Damon's help to solve this case, and now he needed Robyn's, too. Or maybe just because it was time to let him see her again.

"Uh, Finn? Why is my wife holding a gun?"

Finn turned. Robyn looked confused, as if she was trying to figure out why he'd turned away.

Damon stood beside her, so close his arm was through her. His brows arched as he gestured to the weapon.

"Bobby... pulled a gun on you?"

Finn searched for an excuse. Then Damon smiled, like a man seeing his wife pull a martialarts move he never realized she knew, proud of her ability to defend herself... and touched with sadness that she had to.

Damon leaned into Robyn. "A brave new world, huh, baby?"

"You don't know the half of it," Finn muttered.

"Detective?" Robyn followed his gaze to her side. "Is there... a ghost?"

Damon pulled back sharply and shot him a look, reminding Finn that he'd promised not to tell Robyn about him. Damon was right - this was no time to tell her. That would come later. After they got through this and she was safe. For now, Damon would just have to be Finn's anonymous spirit helper.

"She figured out that I see ghosts." He gave Damon a meaningful look. "That's it."

"Detective?" Robyn said.

"Yes, it's a... ghost. Can you give us - me - a moment?"

Finn backed to the corner. He was about to turn away, then remembered the last time he'd left Robyn alone.

"It's okay," Damon said. "I'm watching her."

Which he was. Couldn't take his eyes off her, even as he explained to Finn what had happened, how he'd followed Hope to the motel room, then been blocked at the sidewalk and known Robyn must be inside. He went back only to find Finn's ghost radar on the fritz again. He'd been hammering away at Finn for a while before the motel room door opened, and Hope and a man came out.

"Karl Marsten?" Finn kept his voice low, so Robyn wouldn't overhear.

"No, a red-haired guy in some team jacket."

"I saw him."

Damon told Finn that Adams had been in rough shape. Finn presumed it was from the gas, but he hadn't mentioned that part to Damon, who was already eyeing Robyn like a mother hen with a bedraggled chick. Damon said the man seemed to take Adams against her will, but she'd escaped. He'd been about to run through the side fence, taking a shortcut to follow them. Then he'd seen a van around the back, Karl Marsten in the rear of it.

"He left Adams?"