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ghostly. One by one I checked my detectors and got no reading. Carlos stood in the doorway, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot as I dictated a few notes on what I was seeing and feeling (cold, and a distinct aversion to mice) to my voice recorder.
    I glanced at my watch and realized I had only seven minutes left to examine the rest of the building. I gnawed my lip for a minute, trying to decide what to do. I really didn’t want to be left alone in the building, but I did want to try a Summoning after my success earlier this evening. The question was, how much did I want it? I took a deep breath and reminded myself that although I’d seen lots of strange things in my time—not the least of which was a three-legged semitransparent cat currently sleeping in my hotel room—at no time had I ever felt physically threatened. I was a Summoner, after all. I had wards. I was in control, and no one could take that from me. I traced a protection symbol in front of me and said, “Um … Carlos, why don’t you go on to this séance thingy you want to see? I’ll close up here when I’m done.”
    I peeked at him through the screen of my hair. He looked hesitant for as long as it took him to realize that the sooner he left, the sooner he’d be warm. “If you’re sure you don’t mind being here by yourself?” He looked around and only just suppressed a shudder.
    “No, no problem. I don’t mind these sorts of places. They’re usually very peaceful.” They were until I’d successfully Summoned my first ghost, that was. My palms prickled at the thought of what I might accomplish in a really haunted building like this. “If you just set the keys next to my bag, I’ll lock up on my way out, and drop the keys by your office in the morning.”
    He hesitated for a moment. “You’re sure?”
    I swallowed hard and waved him away without looking at him. “Absolutely. I’m just going to try my hand at a spot of Summoning; then I’ll check out the rest of the rooms. It’s only the top floor that’s supposed to be active, yes?”
    “That’s right.”
    “Okay, then, I’ll check out these rooms, then toddle back to my hotel. Have a nice séance.”
    He was gone before the words left my lips. I sat quietly and listened to the sound of his footsteps as they retreated down the stairs, then the faint percussion of the back door closing behind him. I took an admittedly shaky breath, looking around the room. I was alone. By myself. In a building that was supposed to be one of the most haunted places in London.
    Sometimes I’m not very bright.
    An hour later I rose from where I had been kneeling in the room supposedly haunted by a murdered pig farmer. My leg was stiff and sore from sitting on hard wooden floors, my fingers were almost numb with cold despite my gloves, and I had lost all feeling in my nose.
    “So much for one of London’s most haunted buildings,” I said sourly to the empty room as I gathered up my equipment and started for the stairs. The feeling of uneasiness that had first claimed me when Carlos left hadn’t dissipated, but I haven’t fought for control of my life to let a little thing like fear rule me. So even though the hair on the back of my neck was standing on end the entire time Ichecked out the upper rooms, I gritted my teeth and conducted four Summonings, none of which brought me anything more than a desire for a thermos of hot coffee and a really big piece of key lime pie.
    “And there’s no chance of either materializing in this place,” I said aloud as I limped heavily down the stairs. My voice echoed strangely as it reached the second floor. I got a severe case of goose bumps, but nothing showed up on either of the two detectors I held, or on the more efficient scanner that made up my personal sensitivity to otherworldly happenings. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and held my breath, opening myself up to the building, imagining myself slowly walking through the rooms. There was