Had the prayer worked that quickly? Was it so simple that just wanting to see would open my eyes? I wasn’t sure. I’d been too long away from Savannah. I couldn’t deny what I felt rolling off this tall fellow.

All those years away from here, and a part of me had started to believe Himself was right, that my childish mind had been influenced by my grandmother and her friends and their training.

I cleared my throat and pulled my purse around in front of me. “Why don’t you write down your information, and I’ll give it to them. I’m interviewing with them tonight.”

His eyebrows climbed all the way up to his too-long bangs. “You? Aren’t you . . .” He trailed off.

I paused in pulling out a scratch piece of paper. “You want them to get the message, or you want me to throw it in the first trash can I find, leggy?”

He took the paper, his skin flushing pink even in the dusky light, wrote on the scrap, folded it three times, and handed it back to me. “Thank you.”

With a quick nod, I stuffed the note into my purse. Looked up, and he was gone. I peered down the road that led up to the gates, and there was no lanky figure walking along. Nothing.

Like a ghost.

I dug the paper out of my purse and flipped it open, half expecting it to be blank. But his name was there. Eric, with a phone number and a request to be called ASAP.

So maybe not a ghost?

But he’d disappeared like one, and I had muttered Gran’s prayer of seeing.

It couldn’t be that easy, could it?

I touched a hand to my head, wondering. She’d always said part of the reason so many people didn’t see the shadow world was because they didn’t believe in it. That lack of belief kept their minds and eyes closed. Gran had said even those who wanted to believe often didn’t see because there was another part to the shadow world.

Well, I was embracing it now, even if it was about twenty years later than she’d hoped. I wished she could see me here and now; she’d be clapping her hands and cheering me on. A smile flitted across my lips. Gone a split second later.

I needed this job, and if I took it, I suspected I’d be plunging myself directly into the world I’d spent so many years denying. Although, Eammon had refused to tell me much about the company and the fact the business card had led me to this side of the river to an unnamed, uncharted cemetery across from Bonaventure Cemetery, had presented rather strong evidence.

I’d told myself it might be some gimmicky tour company, but I damn well knew the job was going to be related to the shadow world.