Rachel Murray pulled her dark hair from under the beret she was wearing,so it could hang down and add warmth to her freezing ears,against the biting wind in Edgewood Cemetary.Of course Caroline would choose the cemetary of all places to say her final goodbye.As obstinate in death as she’d been in life.    “And please tell my dear John,I never meant to remove him as the beneficiary on my policies.I was angry,I thought he was cheating on me.”   Rachel smiled wryly.That was something she could relate to,only in her case it had all been true.For eight months,Peter had carried on with his tart,and when he finally manned up enough to leave her,he crashed and died,hating her.    It was in this very cemetary,six months ago,where she’d crossed him over into the Light.The decision to forgive him,had been one of the best she’d ever made.It allowed her to heal,and open hers

   “Not an option,”Rachel breathed through clenched teeth.”Not even close.Gabrielle,you can’t just barrel into my life and tell me the man I love,is on some hitlist,because of me.”    Gabrielle took a step closer,placing a comforting hand on Rachel’s shoulder.    “It is what it is,Rachel.Crossing over Allison Klein,brought you to the attention of a very dangerous group of beings on the other side.They resent you for helping Allison free the souls of the children she trapped.You set them back in their plans,and they’re not happy.They know so much about that night,its unbelievable.”    Rachel opened her mouth to speak,but no sound came from her lips.All her life,this was the one thing she’d been good at,and now it seemed,perhaps too good.Her mother warned both her and Becca growing up,that crossing over earthbou

Rachel lifted her head from his shoulder,and he shifted away from her,with a groan.Immediately,she felt the chill in the air as his body heat left her.    “I don’t mean to lay all this on you,”Galen said,”but today was just one of those days,you know?”   Oh,she did.After her conversation with Gabrielle,this whole day had gone to hell in a handbag.The last thing she expected before going to the cemetery,was a visit from the Angel of Death,bringing news of Galen’s demise.She still didn’t know what to make of it all,or if she should even tell him.He had so much going on,and she didn’t want to add to his stress.His work at the asylum was more than enough to keep him occupied.What he didn’t need,was to worry how and when his death would be.    “It’s okay,”she replied,”you don’t have to keep these things from me,Galen.If it’s upset

The phone rang just as Galen plopped himself down behind his cluttered desk.    In the months since moving in with Rachel,his cottage had become the unofficial headquarters of the asylum’s renovations and was now in use solely for that.   Glancing at his phone, he was surprised to see Enid Morris’ number. She didn’t phone often, having complete trust in him and his team to get things done, so this was quite piquing his interest. Ever since they succeeded in crossing over her mother and ridding the asylum of the dark spirit, the old lady had spent most of her time travelling, leaving the majority of her day to day business dealings to Anita to see to.   “Mrs Morris,” he answered,”so nice to get a call from you.”   “Galen,my dear. It’s been too long. How have you been? And Rachel? I do miss you so much. I know I have been tardy when it comes to checking in on you.”   “We’re al

Rachel’s interest was piqued by what Becca said. If they could find a spirit to carry a message to Gabi wherever she was, it would make things so much easier. Gabi risked a lot coming to her in the first place and was surely keeping a low profile until the dust settled. Reprisals were surely at the top of her list of things to worry about. As an angel of death it was her duty to keep the cosmic balance in the cycle of life and death, not to pass on warnings to her mortal friends. “Gabi might be difficult to track down, Becca. She broke a lot of rules to warn me in the first place.” “I know Rachel, but this is our only option. To send a spirit after her. It’s not like we can just lift the veil and find her ourselves.” “And the spirit you think can help us? Can they be trusted with this?” The momentary look of concern on her sister’s face wasn’t lost on Rachel. It almost seemed as if Becca was hiding something from her about the spirit she wanted to use