Talia said. Layla agreed and hung up the phone. Library, first floor, half an hour. With Talia Thorne. Wow. Layla still couldn’t believe it. Her couple hours of crappy sleep were not enough to clear her exhaustion, but the appointment gave her a jacked alertness. Talia had been the shock of a lifetime—a kindred spirit. Until now, Layla had believed those were a myth. But as she thought of last night, her heart gave an off-rhythm, double-beat glub. She’d never felt like this before. More difficult to face was the idea that wraiths might have a viable paranormal explanation after all, rather than the science-based origin she’d been pulling for since day one. Personal bias might have slanted her articles, which made her wince. And here she’d thought she was being so scrupulously neutral. She’d have to ask her editor to hold that last article. Layla was hoping to see some case files, but Talia said she’d have to be set up on the view-only interactive tablets that accessed Segue’s database.
