“She stood beside the open door of the SUV and looked at Louise Fuller’s small house.The wind was kicking up in advance of the incoming storm. The sharp breeze stirred the dozens of crystal-and-metal sculptures suspended from the porch roof. The ghostly notes echoed all the way across the spectrum. Gwen glanced at Judson, who had just gotten out from behind the wheel. She knew that he was picking up the same vibes.In the rear seat of the SUV, Max crouched in his carrier and lashed his tail, maki...ng it clear that he was not a happy camper.“I see what you mean about the wind chimes,” Judson said. He studied the weather-beaten old Victorian. “Weird.”“I told you, Evelyn always said that Louise has a paranormal sensitivity for tuning crystal and glass.”She started to close the door of the vehicle, but Max yowled and flattened his ears. Gwen looked at him through the space between the two front seats.“It’s your own fault that you had to go into the carrier and come with us,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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