"Are you still looking for a ghost, Ignatius, or are you ready to face a woman who refuses to die?"The voice echoed through the limestone throat of the sea cave. It was wet. Jagged. It didn't sound like Vesper, the polished corporate shark. It sounded like something dragged from the silt.Ignatius stopped. The beam of his flashlight cut through the rising mist, hitting a cluster of jagged stalactites. Water dripped. Drip. Plink. Drip. The tide was coming in. Fast. The salt air stung the raw skin of his neck."Vesper." Ignatius shifted his grip on the Glock. "Come out. Raffy is worried. He’s been receiving messages from a dead woman’s phone.""Worried? No." A silhouette moved behind a pillar of rock. "He’s thrilled. He’s sitting up there in that white house, watching his little sensors, waiting for the climax. Is this the part where the loyal dog finally puts the stray out of her misery?""You shouldn't have come back." Ignatius stepped onto a slick ledge. The ocean surged below, a bl
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