Durbin looked from one of them to another, and shook his head. "So what is all this, exactly? Who are you people, the Ghostbusters?""Hell, no." Lena clasped Georgia's shoulder while the other woman helped her into a sitting position. "Bill Murray's got nothing on me.

You don't limp at all. Your recovery is going well.""Yes." Though whether someone ever fully recovered from losing a limb, he didn't know. He sure as hell hadn't. It had been five years, and still there were days when the pain in his nonexistent leg was enough to drive him out of his mind.

Ever since he could remember, he'd people-watched to pass time. When he was younger, everyone told him it was rude. He hadn't stopped; merely perfected his technique.

I never do this.' Her voice was low, rough. 'God, I never do this.

His raspy voice cut through the blackness, darker than the blackness. 'Mine.

Jesus, but he'd caught a tasty one.

When had she moved so close? Her brain screamed at her to back away. She would regret this. She already regretted this.

Let me get this straight." He struggled to form the words. "You're telling me all the conspiracy nuts are right? The Freemasons, the Illuminati, Area 51- all that shit's real?

MacMillian narrowed his eyes at the man in the fedora. Neither he nor his friend looked a day older than nineteen, at most. "You're a... minister?"The man's lips twitched. "Of sorts.

Of course you had to pick the dive-y-est dive bar this side of Market. I think that door handle just gave me a venereal disease.