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In cottage number two, Ben Dunzer stepped out of the shower. Grabbing the towel from the chrome rack, he suddenly realized he wasn’t alone. Michael Matson stood at the sink shaving.

“Hey! Can’t a guy have some privacy?” Ben said in a thick Irish accent.

Michael rinsed his handsome, rugged face. “Almost finished.” Then with a grin, he snapped his towel against Ben’s bare leg.

“Damn!” Ben was in no mood for Michael’s off-beat humor.

“Come on, man, don’t be so touchy.”

“This is bullshit. Waiting for Bernard.”

“We should be used to it.” Michael tightened the belt of his robe. “We can’t do anything till he contacts us. This one’s going to be big. Bernard’s been acting weird.”

“How can you tell?” Their employer was a ghost. Wasn’t that weird enough?

Ben felt anxious. Edgy. Patience had never been one of his strengths. He recently began to work with Michael and Bernard, hoping to contribute something to the team. Having written a dozen books on the subject, he was probably as qualified as anyone.

Ben loved what he did, bringing the human aspect to victims of supernatural crimes and disasters. He believed people felt much more comfortable talking and dealing with a live person than a ghost any day. However, he and Michael must never forget that the mastermind behind everything was Bernard. And they respected him for that.

Outside, the rain and wind pounded against the bathroom window. The ceiling fixture flickered on and off, threatening a power outage. But the lights remained bright against the summer storm.