Hamilton was expecting me, stopping in front of what looked to be one of the oldest mansions on the street. It had been remodeled, of course, so that its columns appeared sturdy, its stained glass windows were no longer warped, and its paint looked as if it had been applied yesterday. The hedges lining the house and the grass around the estate appeared to have just been put in as well. It struck me as odd that he’d replace them all at once but I ended up shrugging it off. Maybe Mr. Hamilton was trying to give it curb appeal so that whoever inherited the house would have an easier time selling it.Campion assessed it openly. “How much did he say he’d offer for a private session?”“He didn’t say.”“You should ask for at least twice your going rate.”“Campion,” I hissed. “I don’t use my ability to fleece my customers. I take this very seriously-”“I know…I know…I was playing around. Sheesh…” He rolled his eyes at me.I sighed lightly at myself. “Sorry, I’m…I’m just a little on edge.”Campion surprised me by taking my elbow.
