“His movements rigidly precise, he folded back the sheet and sat up. If he released even a fraction of the tight grip he maintained on his rage, it would surge out in a stream of angry accusation and another innocent would die. He watched and waited, hoping the spirit would tire of meaningless questions. When it became obvious it hadn’t, when it began preparing to scream, Henry snarled, “Was your mother a woman?” Translucent features twisted into an annoyed frown, but it obeyed the rules... and quietly vanished. “Man, that is one pissed-off spook.” Henry paused, one hand on the bathroom door, and turned toward the hall corner where Tony lounged against the wall. “You could feel it?” “Feel it?” Tony snorted, covering his fear with bravado. “I could almost see the waves of pissed-offedness radiating out from your room. I just, you know, wondered if you were okay.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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