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Chapters (62)
  1. Cover
  2. TITLES BY JAYNE ANN KRENTZ
  3. Dedication
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. CHAPTER 1
  6. CHAPTER 2
  7. CHAPTER 3
  8. CHAPTER 4
  9. CHAPTER 5
  10. CHAPTER 6
  11. CHAPTER 7
  12. CHAPTER 8
  13. CHAPTER 9
  14. CHAPTER 10
  15. CHAPTER 11
  16. CHAPTER 12
  17. CHAPTER 13
  18. CHAPTER 14
  19. CHAPTER 15
  20. CHAPTER 16
  21. CHAPTER 17
  22. CHAPTER 18
  23. CHAPTER 19
  24. CHAPTER 20
  25. CHAPTER 21
  26. CHAPTER 22
  27. CHAPTER 23
  28. CHAPTER 24
  29. CHAPTER 25
  30. CHAPTER 26
  31. CHAPTER 27
  32. CHAPTER 28
  33. CHAPTER 29
  34. CHAPTER 30
  35. CHAPTER 31
  36. CHAPTER 32
  37. CHAPTER 33
  38. CHAPTER 34
  39. CHAPTER 35
  40. CHAPTER 36
  41. CHAPTER 37
  42. CHAPTER 38
  43. CHAPTER 39
  44. CHAPTER 40
  45. CHAPTER 41
  46. CHAPTER 42
  47. CHAPTER 43
  48. CHAPTER 44
  49. CHAPTER 45
  50. CHAPTER 46
  51. CHAPTER 47
  52. CHAPTER 48
  53. CHAPTER 49
  54. CHAPTER 50
  55. CHAPTER 51
  56. CHAPTER 52
  57. CHAPTER 53
  58. CHAPTER 54
  59. CHAPTER 55
  60. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  61. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  62. What’s next onyour reading list?

“Let me think. There was an abandoned temple on an island somewhere in the Pacific. I was told I had to stay awake all night in order to experience the paranormal effects. I remember a cave that was hot with energy. I didn’t sleep that night, either, because according to the legend, I would have slipped into a dream and never awakened. There was an old house in the UK that was supposed to be haunted, but it turned out an artifact infused with a lot of dangerous energy had been stashed in a Roman sarcophagus in the basement. I spent a few nights in a jungle drinking an interesting herbal tea. Didn’t sleep at all for a few days. Worst crash ever. And then there were the ruins of an alchemist’s library. Talk about weird dreams. Also, I think I remember an enlightening experience with some mushrooms, but it’s a bit vague—”

“Okay, I get the picture. That’s what you’ve been doing for the past five years? Studying paranormal legends and traditions around the world?”

“You could call it research. Sounds better than ‘drifting.’ ”

“And you financed your research trips by doing odd jobs for that small psychic investigation agency you mentioned? Jones and Jones?”

“Serious drifting costs money.”

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think you were born to hunt monsters,” she said.

“No? What should I be hunting?”

“It sounds like you’ve been searching for answers during the past five years. Maybe you should keep doing that. It might be your calling.”

“Are you speaking as an oracle?”

“No, as your partner.”

“Thanks for the advice, partner. I’ll think about it after we find Vortex.”

She groaned. “And just like that we’re back to Vortex.”

“And identifying your mother’s killer.”

“Okay, we’re both obsessed,” Olivia said.

“For now. What will you do after we’ve finished obsessing?”

“Go back to my day job as a private investigator. I like the work. Most of the time. Cases don’t always have happy endings, but they can deliver answers. I find that satisfying.”

“My turn to play therapist.” Harlan shifted a little in the seat. “Let’s see if we can analyze why you might be attracted to investigation work. You were raised in a small town infused with paranormal secrets and you possess the ability to read auras. There are unsolved mysteries in your past. You need some sense of resolution or closure, so you take on other people’s questions and try to get answers because doing so gives you a temporary—”

“Stop right there. I get it.”

“Are you really going to go to Vegas to sign up with that new psychic matchmaking agency you mentioned?”

“Maybe. What about you?”