The Fates sent us to my house. I stood on the front porch and looked at the pair of wicker rockers. I’d picked them up shortly after moving in. They conjured up images of lazy afternoons whiled away sipping mint juleps and reading trashy novels. And just as soon as I had time for lazy afternoons, mint juleps, and trashy novels, I’d use them. For now, though…

I looked over at Kris. “The Fates and Trsiel think this is all about following clues like tracks in the snow. But to catch your prey, you need to understand it.”

“You want to better understand the Nix.”

“Exactly.” I waved him to the twin rockers. “I need to speak not to a partner, but someone else who was there, who saw what was happening. Someone who’d have a reason to talk to me. Maybe a victim…”

“Possibly, but outside of movies, I doubt many killers share their thoughts and motives with their victims. Those women the Fates showed you both had male partners. The first man is still alive, but the later one died in prison about ten years ago. From what I dimly recall of the trial, he and his wife didn’t present the most united front. After his sentence was read, they dragged him out cursing her name.”

I grinned. “So he might be up for a little tattletale pay-back?”

“Let’s hope so.”

Jaime lifted her eye mask to peer at me. “The first night off I’ve had in two weeks, and you’re asking me to spend it in a cemetery five hundred miles away?”

I dropped onto the armchair and pulled my legs under me. “Forget the graveside version, then. Let’s go for the long-distance ritual.”

“You mean the one that will zap my powers for a week, and knock me flat on my back for three days? Even if I cared to do that—which I don’t—the long-distance ritual never works on anyone who isn’t in a normal afterlife dimension.”

“Well, there is an alternative.”

“Good.”

“We could contact the ghost of Amanda Sullivan’s five-year-old daughter, ask her if she noticed anything strange about Mommy before she drowned her.”

Jaime glowered at me, then plucked off her mask and tossed it across the room. “I’ll pack.”

It took me a couple of hours to get to the cemetery, first transporting as near as I could, then walking the rest of the way. While I waited for Jaime to arrive, I laid a marker and returned to the ghost world, to check on the Fates’ progress. The wraith-clerk receptionist assured me the Fates were working on my request, but couldn’t provide an ETA for results.