The Night Is Alive (Krewe of Hunters) by Graham Heather

Author:Graham, Heather [Graham, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-07-31T16:00:00+00:00

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Leaving the morgue, Malachi drove straight back to the Dragonslayer. The historic district of Savannah was beautiful, even by night. Great oaks dripped moss onto streets where the architecture whispered of the past. Flowers bloomed copiously in beautifully grown yards and night-lights lay gently all around.

When he’d parked, he wasn’t ready to go in.

He sat remembering all the times he felt he’d been cursed with his strange ability to talk to the dead. In his generation, it had been his and his alone. Zachary had told him once that his grandmother had been able to talk to spirits and she’d explained to him that it was just like sound. Some folks could simply see and hear what others couldn’t quite grasp or get into their field of vision.

He’d quickly learned not to talk about it. But when he’d seen the dead and the dead had been able to help him, show him where to go—show him how to stop a dangerous situation—he’d had no recourse but to act. And so people had thought he was psychic. Friends had trusted him for whatever it was they believed he had. Luckily, the jerks and idiots had left him alone, either scornful or intimidated. He didn’t care which.

In New Orleans, he’d gotten lucky, being partnered with David Caswell. Caswell could be a by-the-book cop, but he was also a big believer in “gut” reactions and in hunches. Malachi had trusted in David’s intuition; in turn, David had trusted him and never pressed when Malachi had known where to go to help someone, especially after the summer of storms, when a dead man had led them to his children, alive and well and praying for rescue.

The problem with this kind of “talent” was that you never knew when it would kick in. And, of course, you couldn’t explain to the living that ghosts were like the living; they could only tell you about a situation if they’d been there at the time. Or if they’d seen something. Blue, for instance, could only point him to the killer if he knew who the killer was. Blue was aware that the tunnel had been used recently. He’d known Gus was in the tunnel and he had led Abby there. But unless he’d actually seen the killer...

Parking, Malachi started for the restaurant. But as he approached it, he paused. A few late-nighters were walking toward the front door.

They didn’t see the pirate standing there, the man in the frock coat with the rakish hat and pitch-black hair.

Blue Anderson.

But Malachi saw him and saw him clearly. Blue, he thought, was waiting for him.

He stood still but the pirate didn’t come any closer. Malachi strode toward him, hoping no one was watching from inside.

When he reached Blue, he heard the crackling whistle of the man’s voice on the air—or he heard it in his own mind, he was never sure.

“The river. Abby is at the river. He went through this tunnel...in the midst of the flurry over Gus.

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