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the source of the threat.
    I shook my head. “No. The threat feels strongly connected to this case, sir.”
    “
This
case?” he repeated.
    “Yes.”
    Brice blew out a sigh. “I can’t take him off it, Cooper. Gaston would never let me
     remove my top man, even if the prompt came from you.”
    I felt my eyes well with tears again, and I turned to my friend,not my boss, and laid a hand on his arm. “I’m so afraid for him, Brice. I don’t know
     how to stop it from happening.”
    Harrison was quiet for a moment before he said, “I do.”
    My hopes lifted. “You do?”
    “Work the case, Abby,” he said bluntly. “If someone connected to this mess is really
     out to hurt Rivers, you’re the only one that’ll see it coming in time to stop it.”
    My crew weighed in immediately and my mind was flooded with a feeling that under no
     circumstances should I get involved, but then I turned to look at Dutch again and
     I made up my own mind. “Okay.”
    Brice seemed surprised. “Yeah?”
    I nodded. “You’re right. It’s the only thing I can do to try to keep him safe.”
    Brice clinked his coffee cup with mine. “Welcome aboard,” he said, but then he sobered
     a little and added, “Dutch is gonna go ballistic when he hears that I talked you into
     working the case.”
    “He will,” I agreed.
    Then Brice seemed to think of something, because he reached for his cell, and the
     door handle. “Listen,” he said before departing, “sit tight for a few while I figure
     this out, okay?”
    I eyed him quizzically but agreed to stay put, and about a half hour later I knew
     what Brice had been up to, and I silently thanked the gods for his resourcefulness
     when a bright yellow Porsche pulled up next to me—my best friend behind the wheel.
     
     
Abby & Dutch’s Wedding Day—T-Minus 02:00:00

    “T hat is one sweet car,” Gilley Gillespie said, whistling appreciatively, as he and
     M. J. Holliday walked past a shiny yellow Porsche parked in the lot of the manor home
     where Abby and Dutch were about to get hitched.
    “I think that belongs to Abby’s best friend, Candice,” M.J. said, digging in her purse
     to retrieve the wedding invitation in case the doorman asked for it. She remembered
     meeting Candice the last time she got to hang out with Abby, which was a few years
     earlier when Abby had needed M.J.’s help ridding an investment property she’d purchased
     of its spectral squatters. M.J. was a spirit medium and professional ghostbuster.
     Gilley was her best friend and her partner in their ghostbusting business, and the
     computer tech on their cable TV show,
Ghoul Getters
.
    “How can you tell it’s Candice’s?” Gilley asked.
    “My first clue was the vanity plate,” M.J. replied. The tag on the yellow Porsche
     read CANDYPI.
    “Oh,” Gil said, craning his neck to take a look. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
    M.J. shivered in the cold breeze blowing across the huge lawn of the manor home. It
     was a pretty awful day for a wedding, she thought moodily, pulling at the wrap around
     her shoulders. The sky was dark and overcast, and the local weather forecast threatened
     rain for late afternoon.
    Still, there was something else bothering M.J. as they neared the entrance and waited
     for three people ahead of them to show the doorman their invitations. Something had
     shifted in the energy around her that morning, and as the time of Abby and Dutch’s
     wedding drew closer, she found herself anxious to get to the manor house and check
     in with the bride.
    “Why are we here two hours before the actual ceremony again?” Gilley asked as they
     made their way to the interior.
    “Because the invite said that guests were welcome to arrive anytime between twelve
     and two and because I want to see if I can have a private word with Abby,” M.J. told
     him, tucking the invitation back into her purse and looking around at the small crowd
     already in attendance. “She said she needed my input