Gray Simmons had been a dashing man. Dan thought for a minute it was too bad the kid on the carriage hadn’t been able to see him. Gray fit the rakish image of a handsome rogue to perfection.

“I’m delighted, Dan. You’re getting so very good at this!” Mabel said. “I see that you do see Gray. Let me introduce you. Gray Simmons, Dan Oliver. Dan, my dear friend, and Katie’s friend, Mr. Gray Simmons.”

Dan nodded politely in acknowledgment.

“Another one. So rare,” Gray said to Mabel.

“Not so rare, I’m learning,” Dan said.

“Oh, yes, his friend saw me, too. The handsome fellow?”

“Axel is that,” Dan said. “And he’s with a group who apparently all see...”

“The dead, honey,” Mabel said. “Poor boy, you try to be so careful! And yet, Gray, I believe he’s supposed to be very good at what he does.”

“Which is exactly what?” Gray asked.

Dan realized he didn’t know the exact answer to that anymore.

“At the moment, I’m on the hunt for a killer. Or killers,” he said.

Gray nodded.

“I think he has something that may help you,” Mabel said. She patted Gray’s arm.

Dan looked at Gray hopefully.

“I mean, I don’t know. I just found Mabel today,” Gray said.

“I was looking for you, dear,” Mabel said.

Gray rolled his eyes with patience and amusement, not looking away from Dan. “The point is, I was distressed when news about all this got out. And especially distressed for Mabel because I know that years ago, the killings hurt her so badly with the loss of friends.”

Dan nodded, waiting for him to go on, glancing at Mabel with sympathy.

“But I didn’t know she was trying to help. I mean, how could I? It’s so rare when one can find someone who can see them, much less someone who can hear them...and might be trying to do something about what’s going on.”

“Just talk to people, Gray. You really never know until you do.” Now it was Mabel’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Anyway, can you help?” Dan asked.

“I saw the picture in the paper and on the news,” Gray said.

“The picture?”

“Of the woman. The woman who was killed, left butchered in the ruins of the cemetery,” Gray said.

“Yes?”

“Well, I think I saw her.” He looked at Dan earnestly.

Dan waited a second and then asked, “Living...or dead?”

“Living,” Gray said. “Before she was killed. I doubt we’ll see her hanging around. Most of the time...” He broke off and looked at Mabel.

“Well, we don’t know much more than you do except that...well, we’re here. And we’re at peace being here, though we’ve seen friends who have gone on to something else.”

“It really does seem to be with a ray of light,” Gray said.