He couldn’t shake the blaze of anger he’d seen in Gail’s eyes. He recognized that driving need — to not only succeed, but do one better than before or anyone else. It gnawed at one’s gut and could only be quenched with the sweet nectar of victory. She’d burned Harry with it when grief blinded his instincts, and now she was after Bess. Gail wouldn’t rest until she was the star of Bess’s séance. Maybe he shouldn’t have left Bess alone? With a slow, measured breath, he tried to expel the nervous quiver in his stomach. Gail had just left; it would take her time to get home, complain to Martin and for the two of them to form some sort of plan. After gaining Will’s help, the two of them would return together to collect Bess. He would take her out of this god-forsaken place and on a train to a simpler way of life within the hour. Once they were back east, he could cement the relationship they had begun to build. The bustle of the lunch crowd inside the deli grabbed Erich’s attention.
