Jenny.

This was all about Jenny, who was once more a victim.

And her reconstruction and computer photos that were in the possession of that murderer.

If they hadn’t already been destroyed.

Assume it hadn’t happened yet. Assume that Jenny had gotten a break in that cosmic justice scenario Joe had talked about.

There was only one way to be sure.

Try to reach Jenny.

Again, how?

She had never tried to reach out and contact. Jenny had just been there.

“Jenny?”

She concentrated. Thinking.

Nothing.

The skull. Think about the face that she’d been so close to during the reconstruction.

Nothing.

The little girl in her white dress smiling at Eve across the room.

She tensed. Something different was there.

Something …

Bewilderment. Darkness.

But no fear.

“Jenny?”

“Here!”

“Jenny, listen to me. I don’t know what’s happening with you, but I want to help.”

“Sent me away…”

It was Jenny.

Excitement surged through Eve. “I know, and I was wrong. I thought it was for the best, but it didn’t turn out that way. We have to make it right.”

“He won’t let us.”

“Who?”

“Walsh.”

Darkness. Evil. Fear. So much fear.

“Who is Walsh?”

“He’s here with me now. He shot that driver.” Ugliness. Evil. Fear.

“Is he the man who also killed you?”

“Yes. He hates me. He wants me back in the dirt where he buried me. He keeps thinking about it. He’s angry with you, angry at the police who found me.” She paused. “But most of all, he’s angry with me. He’s scaring me, Eve.”

“You don’t have to be frightened. He can’t do anything to you, Jenny.” She added gently, “It’s all been done. All the fear and suffering is over.”

“I don’t think so. But I can’t let him see he’s scaring me. He likes it too much. I have to pretend to him, just like I did before.”

“Before?”

“It’s not the first time. I told you, I think … he’s the one.”

The one who had killed her. The one who had thrown her into that grave. “How do you know that man’s name is Walsh, Jenny?”

“That’s what he signed on the credit card slip at the gas station. He scrawled it, but it was clear enough to read the last name. He bought groceries and smiled at the girl behind the counter. She thought he was nice. He’s not nice, Eve. He was thinking terrible thoughts about what he’d like to do to her.”

“You can tell what he’s thinking?”

“Sometimes. It goes in and out. I don’t want to know. I have to force myself. It scares me.”

She could tell that from her voice. Try another path.

“Where are you now, Jenny?”

“Car. Trees. Lake. Dirty. Not pretty like your lake, Eve.”

“You’re aware of all that?” She tried again. “Why are you still with him? Is it because of the reconstruction?” She held her breath. “Does he still have it?”

“Yes, he put the box in the backseat.”

Yes.

“And the computer?”

“I think so.”

But Jenny was certain about the reconstruction. She asked again, “Is it because you have to stay with that reconstruction that you’re still with him? Because it’s part of your earthly body?”

“No, why should I have to do that? That’s kind of silly. I don’t believe that makes any difference any longer.”

“If it doesn’t make a difference, why did you follow that skull to my home? Why did you appear to me after I created that reconstruction?”

“I told you, I didn’t know you wanted to see me.” She was troubled. “And I didn’t follow the skull. I just came to you. I knew I had to come to only you.”

“And tried your best to ram that reconstruction through at record pace.”

“I thought maybe that was what I was supposed to do, why I was there.”

“Then if you don’t have to stay with the reconstruction, why are you still with that killer?”

“Because that’s what I’m meant to do. That’s the one thing I’ve always known. Everything else is still confusing, but I was sent to stop him.” She added simply, “Besides, you sent me away.”

“To Nalchek, to someone who would help you, not to that monster.”

“But I’m not important now. Every minute makes that more clear.” She paused. “But I’m glad you’re here, Eve.”

“I’m glad I am, too.” She drew a deep breath. “And I’m a little confused myself. But I know we have to work together. Will you help me, Jenny?”

“I’ll always help you, Eve. What do you want me to do?”

“The reconstruction. I don’t want it to be tossed away or destroyed. It’s important. I think that he’ll try to do that.”

“I think he will, too. He took it out of the box and looked at it. He hates it as much as he hates me.”

“It could be proof of who you are. I’m surprised he hasn’t done it already.”

“He keeps thinking about burning it. He sees it burning, Eve.”

“But he’d have to have time to do that. It takes a long time to completely destroy bones by fire. Maybe he’s waiting until after he’s far enough away from here that he feels safe. We can’t let him do it. I need that reconstruction.” She paused. “If he tries to do it, you have to stop him, Jenny.”

“I don’t know how to do that. How could I stop him?”

“Big problem. As far as I know, spirits can’t use force to make their displeasure known. At least, in my limited experience. Let me think a minute.” She was silent, going over options in her mind. There weren’t many.

But there might be one possibility.

“Jenny, when you appeared to me in that pretty white dress, you said you thought you could do it, so you tried. And then you managed to do it. How?”

“I just knew. I concentrated, and it happened.”

“Because it was me and we’ve become close?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Silence. “I guess it could be, but it felt … right. It had something to do with why I’m here. It’s a gift. Like the music.”

“Do you think, if you concentrated, you could make Walsh see you?”

“Why would I want to do that? I don’t want him to see me. It would be like that other—” She stopped. “I feel safe where I am now, Eve.”

“And you almost remembered something that wasn’t safe at all,” Eve said gently. “I hate having to remind you of that time. But you think that there’s a reason that you’re with Walsh now. You said you have to stop him. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from Bonnie, it’s that she doesn’t believe anything is random after you cross over. There’s a kind of order.”

“I don’t know about that.” She was silent a moment. “But he does have to be stopped. Why would letting him see me help to keep him from burning the reconstruction?”

“Most people are frightened of ghosts. I think Walsh would be afraid of you, particularly if you’re his victim. Maybe you could intimidate him into not destroying that reconstruction.”

“He’d be afraid of me?” she asked doubtfully. “I don’t believe he was afraid of me before. I’m just a kid.”

“Not just. And you’ve grown more mature during those years. Reach down inside yourself for strength. You probably have a few powers that you didn’t have in life. Use them.”

“I don’t even know what they are.”

“Stretch. Think. Feel your way.”

“I’ll … try.”

“That’s all I ask. I don’t know how much time we have.”

“Time,” she repeated. “Yes, it’s all about time. He wanted to kill you, but there wasn’t time. He kept thinking how you’d interfered with him. He’s intending to go back to you … afterward.”

“After … what?”

“The little girl…”

Eve felt a chill. “What little girl?”

“I don’t know her name. He just thinks about her as the little girl. But she’s special to him. He keeps thinking of her as ‘the one.’ He’s been searching for her for a long time, and now he thinks he may have found her. Special. Not like the others who are all the same to him. Not important. With them, it’s what they make him feel that’s important.”