Phantom Evil by Heather Graham

Author:Heather Graham [Graham, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Paranormal Mystery
Publisher: MIRA
Published: 2012-05-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Angela walked along beside Jackson in silence, wondering just how they appeared to others, she so blond, and he so dark.

It was a beautiful season to walk in the city of New Orleans. A night with a soft breeze and enough warmth to make that breeze like the soft, comfortable touch of a warm and gentle hand.

But one of her favorite things about the city was the variety of people and colors to be found there, nationalities and backgrounds all mixed up to produce the most interesting and handsome human beings.

She didn’t ask Jackson if he had seen the children in the room. If and when he wanted to say something to her, he would.

He seemed distracted as they walked, and still, he looked at her now and then, as if he remembered she had been in a dangerous position, and the fact didn’t please him.

“Jackson?” she asked.

“Huh?”

“You’ve had strange experiences. I know you have. Anyone that Adam brought into this has had some kind of—strange experience.”

He looked down at her. She thought that he would instantly deny her. But he didn’t. “Dreams,” he said. “But dreams may simply be projections of our minds, utilizing what we know and making sense out of it.”

“All right. So…?”

“All right—I’ll tell you this.” He looked pained for a minute. “I thought I saw one of my coworkers, Sally. She came to me in a dream and told me where the murderer was holed up. I made it there in time to save two lives, but found…well, that Sally had died. It shook me up pretty badly, but I know how Adam Harrison knew about it. He likely wondered how I’d gotten there, either through a brilliant burst of insight, or something that was paranormal. And I don’t know which myself at times, really.”

“You’re still a skeptic.”

He hesitated. “I believe in God, or a supreme being, and I believe our role in life is to live with kindness to others, and I believe monsters should be brought down. Maybe I do believe in something beyond, but I’ve also seen enough fakers, quacks, and criminals to remain a skeptic. Okay?”

She lowered her head and smiled. It was actually quite a lot from him.

“It was lovely of you to think of adding a trip to the museum on to dinner like this,” she said, her tone light.

“I’m glad you think so.”

They walked down Royal Street toward Canal until they reached the museum. Jackson swore softly. The museum would be closing in fifteen minutes, per a sign on the door.

“We can come back,” Angela said.

“Well, let’s see what we can see in fifteen minutes. At least, I’ll get an idea of what we might be looking for when someone can get back here. There’s a library of archives here somewhere that might give us something.”

A pleasant woman in her mid-sixties with elegant silver hair and a sweet manner refused to take Jackson’s money for entrance.

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