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the previous year would be all that was needed.  He grinned when a few moments later, detailed instructions came in via a terse text, giving him complete instructions for the evening’s activities. 
    Holstering his phone and setting aside the appointment book, he suddenly shivered against the icy slide of fear running down his spine. Spinning quickly, he reached for his weapon, only to see an empty room.  What in blazes…?  He blinked, his heart still hammering.  What’s the matter with me? Ten steps into this place, and I’m behaving as if I’m in primary school again.  Miles’ stories about ghosts must have registered more than I’d thought.  Lot of bloody hogwash though it is.  Ghosts.  Pah.  Disgustedly, Michael shook his head.   Well, I have all I need – Ms. O’Neal, it shall be a delight to meet you tonight.  I do hope I can have my tuxedo pressed in time …
    With his arms folded, the specter of Erik glared as Michael left the house.  “I don’t know who you are, but you do not belong here.” 
    For reasons he could not explain, Erik felt a certain obligation to the woman who had so lovingly restored his home.  She stirred something in him that he should have been long past feeling.  But this man . . . . This intruder had no rights to her or her home.  A ghostly laugh rang strangely through the room.  It had been a long time since he had faced a challenge of any kind.  This stranger, he thought, could at least be amusing.
    * * * *
    A bare light bulb illuminated the warehouse where Paige O’Neal spent most of her waking hours.  Covered with dust and cobwebs, her old jeans and sweatshirt gave testimony to her activities.  Sweeping her dark hair away from her eyes, Paige paused in her exploration of an old wardrobe trunk to gaze at her surroundings.  It seemed as if someone had given her permission to step into the past.
    To her left hung the portrait of Gene Tierney for her film Laura , while on a nearby chair, the cap worn by Jackie Coogan when he played in The Kid dangled rakishly.  Unable to resist the temptation, her fingers gently caressed the velvet gown worn by Vivian Leigh in her role as Scarlett O’Hara.  It saddened her to see so many treasures uncared for as the film industry seemed to forget its past.  True, she mused, there were a few who did their best to preserve their history, but more was lost than preserved.
    All whispered secrets of a bygone era and glamor that had long since vanished.  Yet, Paige felt at ease with these relics.  There were no painful memories to plague her, no deadly games of hide and seek.  Nothing like what lay within the thoughts of the man standing discreetly to her right. 
    Without looking, she addressed that shadow of a man who stood nearby, representing all of the things that she had come to California to escape.  “Forget it Miles, I’m not going back.”
    “Come, Paige, you know that you’re the best.”  Some might have misinterpreted his cajoling tone, but Paige knew differently.  Gone was the mild-mannered friend that Michael Sinclair knew, and in his place was a man at leas t as ruthless as Michael was .  Only providence could provide me with such a muck-up, he thought mournfully.  All of us together and yet not a one of them know it’s me in the middle of things.   All connected, and yet neither of them know anything about each other.  Here’s to the hope I can bloody well keep it that way.  He took a deep breath.  “We need you, Paige.”
    With a sigh, her fingers untangled a golden tassel from the velvet gown.  “Do you know how busy I am right now?  I’ve mountains of research to do and I need to have it all done before the director has a coronary.  It’s a new picture and you know how I am with a new project.”
    “The writing can be staved off,” Miles said smoothly.
    “And you have no idea what you’re talking about!”  The problem was, she thought irritably, she knew that defense wouldn’t hold