Chapter 3

He could do it.

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Duncan Moor was a sleepy town outside Rochester, New York. Requiem Inc. had opened a branch office there a hundred years before, when they realized the area had a high concentration of mediums. As much as they needed the ghostwalker’s special skill set, no one could go into the spirit plane without direction, and mediums provided that.

Avery had always liked the place and its small-town-America feel. Shops and storefronts littered Water Street, the main thoroughfare along the river that wound through the center of town. He took the long way to Blake and Derek’s townhouse, just so he could admire the charm. But the town wasn’t that big, and before long, he was pulling into the small development and then Blake and Derek’s driveway.