“Hey,” I said.

He tried to smile, but he looked stressed. “I think I found something, but I don’t really know what I’m doing. I—”

I put a finger to my lips and motioned toward a pen on his desk. He picked it up and wrote in messy handwriting, There’s a church in Atlanta that needs a night janitor and they offer lodging.

Janitor? I wrote.

He shrugged, seeming so much more unsure of himself than usual. He bent over the page and scratched out another message. I’ll have to give up DJ stuff at nights, but I don’t know what else to do. I can get one of those carrier things for when I’m sweeping and stuff.

I underlined carrier things and put a question mark.

He pointed at the computer screen full of different baby carriers, and tears of surprise sprang into my eyes.

“Aw, come on,” he said softly. “Don’t do that.”

I wiped my eyes dry. So many things ran through my mind that I wanted to say: How proud I was of him. How awful this situation was, and how sorry I was that it was happening. But none of that was necessary with Jay. Though a navy blue stream of sadness and gray worry ran steadily through the underbelly of his aura, the rest was a pastel swirl of pink love.

Jay was going to be a daddy. Despite his trepidations, he was being proactive about it. The thought of anything happening to him scared me to death. It wasn’t safe for him or the baby to be in Atlanta, but I hated asking him to leave the place he’d always known as home.

I took the pen. Would you consider moving to a place where there are no Dukes?

He didn’t immediately refuse, like I thought he might.

You mean Virginia, with you?

Hm, there was a thought, but I shook my head. I have to live on my own, but maybe you could be nearby? A lightbulb went off, and I wrote faster. Maybe you could live with Patti! Or near her. You could help each other, and you’d only be a town away from me.

The idea grew on me as I stood there thinking about it, and a grin spread across Jay’s face.

Patti’s awesome. I’m okay with it if you think she’ll agree.

I’m sure she will! She needed someone to mother, and she hated being alone.

We both smiled. Maybe this could work. I leaned over to write more.

She and I are leaving soon, but you wouldn’t have to come right away. You have some time before . . .

Our smiles vanished and we both looked down. One thought hovered over us.

Marna.

Jay’s jaw tensed as he slowly wrote. I swear I had no idea. If I knew what could happen—

I took the pen from his hand. I know. We all know.

Not her sister. She hates me.

I shook my head. It has nothing to do with you. She doesn’t think she can live without Marna.

My heart twisted every time I thought about the broken look on Ginger’s face when the truth sank in. Ginger, who’d always been so strong.

Everything was changing.

It was time for me to leave. I’m going to give you Patti’s number and I want you to get in touch with her. Things are starting to happen. I’m under investigation, and they’re determined to incriminate me this time. I don’t want to put you guys in danger, so I’m going to keep my distance.

He looked worried as he wrote, I wish there was something I could do.

Knowing Patti has you to lean on will be helping me more than you know. I gave him a hug, and was about to leave when his phone went off.

He showed me the screen, which said Marna.

I zoomed my hearing toward the earpiece as he answered.

“Jay?” Marna’s voice held a thinly veiled panic. “Have you seen my sister?”

His eyes darted to me as he shook his head. “No.”

I held my hand out and he said, “Here, talk to Anna real quick.”

“What’s going on?” I asked her.

“She wasn’t here in New York when I arrived, and she missed our flight back to England, so I made an excuse to miss it, too. Now we’re both on probation with the airline. But I can’t find her!” Marna sniffled.

Crap. We shouldn’t even be having this conversation over the phone. I felt certain that creepy Caterina had left the area, but anyone could be listening. Even coming to see Jay one last time wasn’t smart.

“Okay, don’t panic. She couldn’t have gone far. She wouldn’t leave you.”

“D’you think she was taken? Oh, God—” She let out a sob.

“No . . . I don’t think that.” My mind went straight to the one person in the world Ginger cared for other than Marna. “What about . . . ?”

California. Blake.

Marna got quiet. “That would be royally stupid.”

Now we were both quiet. It would be dangerous for Ginger to abandon work to see Blake, especially when he was right in the middle of one of his biggest assignments—planning a grand-scale wedding with the gorgeous Michelle to provoke the envy of many.

“Oh, no.” Marna whispered my exact thoughts.

That was exactly where Ginger had gone.

“I have to go get her!” Marna said.

“No,” I told her. “You get back to work. She probably just needs a day or two to get past this and she’ll come back.”

“What if she doesn’t?” she whispered.

“Then we’ll have to intervene. But I think between the two of them they have enough sense of self-preservation to work it out.”

Blake wouldn’t let her stay long. We had to trust them to be smart. I’d get ahold of Kai and ask him to drag Ginger away if I had to, although I really didn’t want him involved.

We hung up and Jay bear-hugged me. As we released, a dark blotch appeared on his wall and slowly grew. I felt paralyzed as the dark spirit flew into the room, an ugly face I didn’t recognize. It looked back and forth between us. Jay’s angel moved between him and the spirit.

A million thoughts ran through my head—the notes we’d written to each other were sitting right on the desk, and there were freaking baby carriers on his computer. Thankfully Jay was blocking it, but I needed to get the whisperer away. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, handing it to Jay.

“Use this toward the keg,” I told him.

His eyebrows went together and I smiled big.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” Bless him for playing along.

“See you at the party!” I said, before turning to leave. Just as I’d hoped, the spirit followed me into the hall, and I was so relieved I winked at the ugly thing. It gave me a suspicious look before flying ahead of me, gruesome wings spanning through the walls of the hallway, until it was out of sight.

At the car I texted Jay. Destroy notes. Delete msg. Get P and go. Stuff in mailbox.

Hopefully he’d have a chance to say good-bye to his parents, though I had no clue how he’d explain such a sudden move. He’d figure it out. Poor Jay. I deleted the message from my phone’s memory and pulled Patti’s new housing information from the backpack. With a quick scan of the skies, I stuffed the fat envelope into Jay’s mailbox, then got into my car, kicking up gravel as I got the heck out of town.

When you start to live outside yourself,

it’s all dangerous.

—Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden

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CHAPTER EIGHT

TAKING THE INITIATIVE

I drove up the interstate feeling tired of hiding and evading—tired of doing nothing.

Dad was nowhere to be found. The fact that he hadn’t responded or shown his face was bad news. He could be chained in hell for all I knew—a thought that made all my confidence and hope threaten to slip away.