“Probably not. This time I need your hands, not your necro know-how. There’s a serious lack of Internet service providers in the ghost world.”

“So you need me to search and find a suspect—”

I shook my head. “Just search and print, based on some criteria I’ll give you. That should square us for yesterday’s haunter extermination job. After that, we’ll work out payment as we go along.”

“You don’t need to repay me for something like this. Consider it my karmic payback.”

“Uh-uh. Pay as you go, that’s my way.”

Jaime studied me for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. So what will you do with this last partner? Get her to tell you about the Nix?”

I slid onto the seat cushions. “Bit more mystical than that. The hosts are still linked to the Nix. They see images of her, what’s she’s doing, stuff like that. Those images can then be passed to me through an angel.”

She stopped drinking her water, mid-chug, and frowned. “A what?”

“Yeah, that’s what I said, too. Demons I understand. But angels?”

“You’re breaking up,” Jaime said, her frown deepening. “Damned cosmic editing.”

I twisted to look at her as she recapped her bottle.

“That’s what I call it,” she said. “There are things ghosts aren’t supposed to talk about, so I just catch words here and there, like a CB transmission breaking up.”

“Oh, that’s right. Necros can’t ask about the afterlife. I guess angels cross the same boundary.”

“You’re cutting out again.”

She stripped off her tank top and streaked on deodorant.

“What if I spell it?” I said.

She pulled on her shirt. “Never tried that. Could get you in trouble, though.”

“No place I haven’t been before.”

She smiled. “Go for it, then.”

“A-n-g-e-l.”

“Nope. Not even a letter.”

“Charades, anyone?”

I stood and pantomimed a wings and halo.

“Oh, weird,” Jaime said. “You blinked right out. Disappeared.”

“Damn, they’re good.”

She chuckled. “If only my e-mail spam filter worked so well.”

“Ah well, it isn’t important. Speaking of e-mail, we’ll need a computer.” I looked around the room. “I’m assuming you have one.”

“I do. Only one problem.” She checked her watch. “I have a show in Milwaukee tonight, and I need to check out the theater before noon, which is why I’m up bright and early. But my afternoon is free, so if you can tag along, or meet me there…”

“Better tag along. Less chance to lose you.” And less chance for Jaime to change her mind. “We can find an Internet café. Libraries usually have free access, but this isn’t something you want to be seen researching in a library.”