"Sandra, he didn't go into details with me. It's not like he's allowed to talk about his cases." She hated lying to Sandra, but she just wasn't sure if she was ready to spit out the fact that, yes, there really were ghosts, and in fact she was being followed by one, and Dillon Wolf was trying to help her.

"I'll bet he could tell some amazing stories," Sandra told her. "I would love, just love, to hear a few of them."

"As soon as he tells me some, I'll share," Jessy promised.

"Do we actually have a waitress here, or what?" Sandra frowned. "I'm in the mood for a margarita." She looked around, trying and failing to catch a waitress's eye, then said, "I'll be back. Looks like I need to go to the bar if I'm thirsty. Salt or no salt?"

"I'm not sure I should-"

"Humor me. Salt or no salt?" Sandra asked.

"h.e.l.l, might as well go all the way. Salt," Jessy told her.

As Sandra walked through a growing crowd to the bar, Jessy drummed her fingers on the table and looked around. She could see out to the street, where nothing suspicious seemed to be going on, so she took a minute to look around the restaurant. The place was open and airy, but busy, its reasonably priced food and proximity to several major casinos making it popular. It had to be one of the safest places in the world to be.

Not too many people were sitting at tables this early, though, she realized. Most people seemed to come in and just mill around. She saw Sandra hand a bartender her credit card, then turned back to study the room at large again.

And there they were.

Tanner Green.

And, beyond him, Rudy Yorba.

It felt as if her heart skipped a beat, but she wasn't afraid. Tanner Green was seated at a little round-topped table just a few feet away. Rudy Yorba was two tables behind Green. Both of them were just watching her. She wasn't sure that Green even knew Rudy was there, because the smaller man seemed to be trying not to be noticed.

This was crazy, she thought. Did one ghost automatically see another? Did some ghosts hide from other ghosts? Dillon seemed to think that Tanner Green hadn't accepted the fact that he was dead. What about Rudy Yorba?

She glanced quickly back to the bar. Sandra looked back, smiled and waved, then turned to watch the bartender mix their drinks.

Jessy rummaged in her purse, and found her address book and a pen. She pretended to accidentally drop the pen. She wasn't a coward by nature, and it was time to be proactive. She pretended to reach for her dropped pen but instead kicked it closer to Tanner Green's table, then stood and walked to where he was sitting.

How the h.e.l.l did she talk to a ghost without appearing to be stone-cold crazy?

She ducked down and picked up the pen, speaking softly and swiftly as she did so.

"I want to help you," she said. "I need to know what you know. And, by the way, there's a young man sitting just beyond you who apparently knows something or needs something, too. I'd really like to help you both."

"Jessy, is everything all right?"

The voice startled her so badly that she almost slammed her head into the underside of the table as she stood.

Tanner Green was gone, and once again, Rudy Yorba had apparently followed him.

The man standing above her was real. She knew him casually because she'd chatted to him around both the Sun and at the Big Easy, where they'd sat and talked once after her show.

His name was Darrell Frye, and he was a pit boss at the Sun. In fact, he'd been running the c.r.a.ps table the night she'd made her money, though he'd been spelled by another man before Tanner Green had come in.

He was ambitious, she knew. He might be a pit boss now, but wanted to move up to entertainment manager at the Sun. He had told her as much when he had come to see the pirate show. It had been flattering when he told her that people from the Sun had seen her work, and he'd heard them talking about the idea of her moving over to one of their shows. He'd admitted that if he was the one who brought her over, it would help his own career.

"Darrell, hi," she said, rising. "I just dropped my pen, that's all. How are you?"

"Good, thanks, and yourself?"

"Fine."

He was tall, six feet or even six-one, the kind of man who wore a suit well and was attractive without being drop-dead gorgeous. In fact, with sandy hair and eyes the same color, he wasn't the kind of man you really remembered. He had always been nice to her, and honest, so she didn't really mind that he had hoped to lure her over to the Sun at least as much for his own benefit as hers.

"You sure?" he asked her, concerned. "I heard that guy died right on top of you the other night."

"Yes, he did, but I'm okay now."

"It must have been horrible."

"Well, I wouldn't want it to be my usual evening, no."

"Are the police bugging you about it?"

She shook her head. "No one is bugging me. I didn't know the man. He walked in and fell on me, and that was that."

"I'm just glad you weren't hurt. It's been a s.h.i.tty few days. First, Tanner Green. Then Rudy Yorba. He was a really nice guy. I hope you won't hold it against the Sun."

"I won't and I don't," Jessy a.s.sured him.

"So you might still consider coming over to the Sun? I bet they'd let you help develop a project from the ground up," Darrell told her.

"Thanks, I really appreciate the offer."

"Margarita?" Sandra interrupted. She had two gla.s.ses and was standing next to Jessy like a guardian Amazon, tall, beautiful and obviously ready to go to war if Jessy was being hara.s.sed in any way.

"Thanks," Jessy said, taking her drink from Sandra. "Sandra, I'd like you to meet Darrell Frye. Darrell, my very good friend Sandra Nelson."

"How do you do?" Darrell said formally, smiling and offering his hand with obvious appreciation.

Only a blind man wouldn't appreciate Sandra's appearance, Jessy thought.

"I'm fine, thanks, nice to meet you," Sandra said.

"Darrell is a pit boss over at the Sun," Jessy explained.

"Oh," Sandra said. "It must be tough there right now."

Darrell shrugged. "I began my vacation the day after Tanner Green died, so I haven't had to deal with any of it. They've asked me to come back in, though-they're extra busy. Seems people are intrigued by everything that's happened. Sick, huh? Anyway, it's been a pleasure meeting you, Sandra. And, Jessy, please remember me if you ever want a change of scenery."

Darrell just stood there, then, as if hoping to be invited to join them. Sandra, however, made it clear that the two of them were enjoying a girls' night out. She stared challengingly at him, waiting for him to leave.

"Well, have fun," he said at last, and headed for the door.

"You're tough!" Jessy said, laughing, as Sandra set her drink down and pulled out her chair, a frown creasing her forehead.

"I don't like his vibe."

"His vibe? vibe?"

"He wants something from you, and you can do much better," Sandra said. She grinned. "You have have done much better. Can't forget tall, dark and handsome." done much better. Can't forget tall, dark and handsome."

"Trust me, I haven't. But you don't need to worry about Darrell. He just wants me to leave the Big Easy and work for the Sun," Jessy explained.

Sandra stared out at the street as if she was still watching the man, though of course he was long gone. Finally she shook her head and said, "That's not it. Not to take anything away from your talent, honey, because you know I think you're great, but-this is Vegas. Beautiful, talented women are everywhere here. He doesn't need to go stealing people to work for his casino. You need to watch out for him. He wants something. And like I said, I don't like his vibe. Trust me, I've been around a few blocks."

"He's an opportunist, I'll admit, but so are lots of people."

Sandra shook her head. "I'm telling you, there's something about him. He's bad news. I'm sure of it."

Jessy started to reply, but before she could, she heard a familiar voice call her name. "Jessy!"

She turned to see her fellow pirate queen, April, on the arm of a handsome stranger.

"Denny, meet my friend Jessy and her friend...Sandra, right? Guys, this is Denny," she said proudly.

Sandra and Jessy smiled and shook hands with April's new man.

"We were just heading on over to Harrah's when I saw you two," April said, "and I just had to stop. I was worried about you, Jessy. Did you report the incident?"

"I did, and Ron said he'd look into it," Jessy told her.

"What incident?" Sandra asked sharply.

Jessy waved a hand in the air. "Nothing, a piece of the set came down when it shouldn't have, that's all," she said. "I talked to our stage manager, and he's going to have it checked out. All's well that ends well, just like they say."

"Well, good, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. See ya!" April said, and left, waving. They waved back.

Sandra leaned in. "Exactly what fell?" she demanded, frowning fiercely.

"One of the big sails that's supposed to fall during the battle scene. It scared me, but I wasn't hurt."

"That's not good," Sandra said firmly.

"Well, of course it's not good. And I reported it," Jessy said. Before either of them could say anything else, her phone rang. She answered and was glad to hear Dillon's voice on the other end. She told him where she and Sandra were, and when she hung up, Sandra was watching her excitedly.

"I'm going to get to meet him?"

"Yes."

Sandra sat back then and sipped her drink, still eyeing Jessy. "I'm very worried about you."

"Why?"

"Vibes," Sandra said knowingly.

"Sandra, listen to me. Darrell's a perfectly nice guy, and what happen with the set this afternoon was an accident-just an accident." an accident."

Sandra leaned forward again, her expression intense. "You're too trusting. What if it wasn't an accident? What if someone was trying to kill you?"

"If someone really was trying to kill me, I doubt his weapon of choice would be a big canvas sail."

"It didn't hit you?"

"No, I heard it falling."

"It could have beaned you."

"Seriously, Sandra. It was an accident, not a murder attempt. I mean, I might have been hurt if I'd been a bit slower, but I wouldn't have been killed."

"It could have been a warning, then," Sandra said sagely. "Someone wanting you to back off from...something.

"Sandra, any member of the cast could have been out there," she said.

"But it wasn't any any member of the cast, it was member of the cast, it was you you." She shook her head. "This is scary, very scary." She stood suddenly, looking past Jessy, smiled and said, "Hi, I'm Sandra Nelson. And you must be Dillon Wolf."

Jessy turned and smiled at Dillon as Sandra continued to talk.

"Maybe you can talk some sense into her, since she thinks I've gone off the deep end just because no matter what she says about it being an accident, I think someone tried to kill her this afternoon."

11.

The lights were neon and garish, the streets wild and busy, and the bar was doing a bang-up business in c.o.c.ktails, while the sober, semisober and downright drunk laughed and talked around them.

Taking a seat at the table, Dillon frowned at Jessy. She should have been safe at work, surrounded by other people.

If Rudy Yorba hadn't died in what had clearly been meant to be mistaken for an accident, he might not be so concerned. But Rudy Yorba was dead, smashed almost beyond recognition.

Other people had seen the security tapes of the night Tanner Green had been murdered. Cops, casino personnel. What if someone-someone complicit in the murder-had noticed that Green had opened his mouth, had said something to Jessy before dying.

Indigo.

Would that mean something to the killer? Because it sure as h.e.l.l didn't mean anything to him him. The place was a ghost town, nothing but a ghost town.

"Tell me what happened-exactly what happened," Dillon said to Jessy. what happened," Dillon said to Jessy.

"It was nothing. You've seen the show. When we attack Port Royal, the guns of the port fire back and we lose a sail. The sail fell again after the show was over and I happened to be walking by, that's all." In an effort to change the subject she looked more closely at Dillon and asked, "What have you been up to? You're all dusty."

"I took a drive out to the desert today," he told her. "I guess I could use a shower and some clean clothes."