I’d felt his residual energy in the room when I first went into the house, but it had dissipated quickly. I’d also driven to the Quarter to talk to the new age shop owner and necromancer, but his store was closed until tomorrow morning. Because he’d been busy directing the Axeman to kill me? Why me? Why would I be a target for a necromancer? Alex and Ken were running background checks on all the victims and trying to find a link between them and me. I thought they were wasting their energy. The necromancer hadn’t been in charge of any attacks before the numbers of my house appeared— just a taunt, apparently. They should focus on the wizard with the target on her back. The killer had missed me once but he’d be back—unless I could summon him first. I also had downloaded hours’ worth of jazz and had it playing in a nonstop loop on my iPod, with speakers attached so it could be heard in every room. My sixth construction-size trash bag overflowed with white, cottony stuffing that had been ripped out of my living room furniture before the Axeman chopped off the arms and legs.
