“I’m leaving for the day, Grace. I have several stops before I meet Hayworth at my home.” “You have an appointment at eight bells in the morning, Mr. and Mrs. Dondelinger.” “The name rings familiar. Who are they again?” “Husband and wife from New Jersey. Their eighteen-year-old daughter disappeared two months ago.” He chewed on his lower lip. “Oh, yes, after prom.” Grace nodded. “You spoke to them on the phone a week ago and promised to sniff a piece of her clothing, see if you can channel a location where they might find her.” “Very funny, Grace. Must you use the word sniff?” “What’s wrong with that? I think in another life you were a wolfhound or perhaps a tracker.” “See you at eight,” he said with a shake of his head. He didn’t really have several stops to make, but he wanted to get home, dim the lights, and channel his Inner Spirit.
