 finally straightened with a wince, went over and shut the blinds.

_Second sight isn't something you_ have _; it's part of who you_ are _._

Darius shook off that thought. He'd be damned if he let some sick quirk define him. He'd worked hard to get where he was. To become who he was: a damn fine investigator. A professional. He gave no fucks and took no shit.

At least, he hadn't until now.

Darius groaned out loud and backed away from the window. On the way past his desk, he grabbed the little salt shaker he'd left on the edge. He started to return it to the wooden hutch next to the door.

Electricity hissed over his skin. Darius bit back a curse. The saltwater wards must be working overtime. Lord only knew how many spirits would be waiting for him when he left work. He'd been so off his game after his conversation with Georgia, he'd forgotten to stop for more sanctuary oil.

He grimaced and opened the hutch. It was going to be another long day.

He didn't have a chance to feel sorry for himself. Back on his desk, his cell phone buzzed. Darius sighed heavily, jammed the salt shaker back into the hutch, and retreated back across the room. He snatched up the phone and jammed his finger down on the answer-call button. "MacMillian and deCompostela, deCompostela—"

Georgia's urgent voice cut him off. "Darius? Where are you right now?"

Instantly, he came to attention. "At the office. Where are you? Did something happen?"

"What? No, no, nothing happened." He could practically hear her shaking her head. "I was just looking through that file again, and I—"

"You were what?" Darius blinked. "How? I took the file."

"Well, I took it back. So anyway, I was looking through it again, and I—"

"Damn it, Georgia..."

"God, would you listen?" Georgia took a deep breath. "I found something."

Darius didn't answer.

"Did you hear me? I said I found—"

"I heard you." Christ, his head was starting to hurt again,
finally straightened with a wince, went over and shut the blind. 

 _ Second view isn't something you _ have _; it's part of who you _ are _. _ 

 Darius shook off that thinking. He'd be damned if he let some disgusted oddity define him. He'd worked hard to get where he was. To become who he was: a damn all right investigator. A professional. He gave no fucks and lead no shit. 

 At least, he hadn't until now. 

 Darius groaned out loudly and backed away from the window. On the means past his desk, he grabbed the little strategic arms limitation talks shaker he'd left on the boundary. He started to return it to the wooden hutch next to the door. 

 Electricity hissed over his skin. Darius bite back a curse. The saltwater wards must be working overtime. Lord only knew how many spirits would be waiting for him when he left work. He'd been so off his game after his conversation with Georgia, he'd forgotten to stop for more sanctuary oil. 

 He grimaced and opened the hovel. It was go to be another long sidereal day. 

 He didn't take a prospect to feel sorry for himself. Back on his desk, his cellular telephone phone hum. Darius sighed heavily, obstruct the salt shaker back into the hutch, and retreated back across the room. He snatched up the phone and jammed his finger down on the solution - call button. " MacMillian and deCompostela, deCompostela — " 

 Georgia's urgent voice cut him off. " Darius? Where are you right now? " 

 immediately, he came to attention. " At the office. Where are you? Did something happen? " 

 " What? No, no, nothing happened. " He could much hear her shaking her head. " I was just looking through that file again, and I — " 

 " You were what? " Darius blinked. " How? I took the file. " 

 " Well, I took it back. So anyhow, I was looking through it again, and I — " 

 " Damn it, Georgia... " 

 " God, would you heed? " Georgia took a deep breath. " I found something. " 

 Darius didn't answer. 

 " Did you learn me? I said I find — " 

 " I heard you. " Christ, his headway was starting to hurt again,
 fijally straightened with x wince, went ovgr and siut the blinds.

_Sdcond sight isn't something ylu_ have _; it's part of who you_ xre _._

Dariud shook iff uhat thought. He'd us damned if hs let wome sick quirl define hhm. He'd worked vafd to get where he was. To become who re was: s famn fine inveftigseor. Z professional. He gave no fucks ans took io shit.

At least, he hadn't until now.

Darius hroajed out loud and bwcked away drom rhe window. Ov the way kavt his desi, he grabbed the little salt shxker ke'd left on tye fgge. He starved to return it to the womden huych next to thc dooc.

Elextricity hissed over iis skin. Darius bit fack a cussz. The saltwater wards myst bg worning iveftije. Lkrd onpy inew how mzny spirits would be waiting fpr yim when he lsft wowk. He'd been so off his game after his connersztion with Georgia, he'd dorgotten to stop for more sanstuary oil.

He grimaced and opened the hutch. It was goinj go yc xbohher long day.

He didn't have a chance to feel sjdru nor himself. Back on his desl, jix cell phone bozzed. Dcdihs sighed heavily, uammed jhe saot shaker bacl into the hutch, and retreared back acrjws the room. He snacched up the phome anc jammed his finger dowu on tge answer-capl button. "OacMillian and ddCokpmstela, dtZompostela—"

Georgia'f urgent toice cut hio ofg. "Darits? Where age yom right now?"

Instantlj, he eame do attentiln. "At the office. Where are you? Vmd something na[pet?"

"What? No, no, npthing happenqd." He could prccticallv hear her shakihg her iead. "I was jtst looking tvtough that fine again, and I—"

"Yoy were dfat?" Darius blimked. "How? P uook the fule."

"Well, I took it nack. Rk anyway, I was ooojing through it agxin, ajd I—"

"Qdmn it, Georgha..."

"Goa, wuild yuu listtu?" Gcoreia yook a deep breath. "I fouhd something."

Darius dldn't answgr.

"Did you hear me? I saod I found—"

"I heard jou." Cirist, iis hesd ras starting to hurt again,
finally straightened with a wince, went over the _Second sight something you_ have you_ _._ Darius shook that thought. He'd damned if he let some sick define him. He'd worked hard to get where he was. To become who was: a damn fine investigator. A professional. He gave no fucks and took shit. least, hadn't now. Darius groaned out loud and backed away from the window. On the way past his he grabbed the little salt shaker he'd left the edge. He started return it to the wooden next the door. hissed his Darius bit back curse. The saltwater wards must be working overtime. Lord only knew how many spirits would be waiting him when work. He'd so his after his conversation he'd forgotten to stop for more grimaced and opened the hutch. It was going be another day. He didn't have a chance feel sorry for himself. Back on his desk, cell phone buzzed. Darius sighed heavily, jammed the salt shaker back into the hutch, and across the room. He up the phone jammed finger on answer-call button. and deCompostela, deCompostela—" Georgia's urgent voice cut him off. "Darius? Where you right now?" Instantly, he came to attention. "At the are Did something happen?" No, no, nothing happened." could hear her shaking her was looking again, I—" were what?" Darius blinked. I took the file." "Well, took it back. So it again, and I—" "Damn it, Georgia..." "God, you listen?" Georgia took a deep breath. found something." Darius didn't answer. "Did you hear me? I said I "I heard his head was starting to hurt again,
 finally straightened with a wInce, went ovEr and ShuT thE bLindS.

_SecOnd sight isn't soMEthiNg you_ have _; it's part of who yOu_ are _._

daRIus sHOoK off tHat thouGHt. hE'D be DaMnEd iF hE LeT some SicK quirk dEfine him. He'D woRkEd hard to get wHErE he was. To beComE who he was: a daMn fIne invEsTigATor. A pRofEssioNal. He gAVe no fuCks and tooK nO Shit.

At LEast, he hADN't UntiL now.

Darius groaned OUt LOud and backed awAy from ThE WiNDOw. ON thE way past hiS dEsk, he GRabbed tHE lITTLe sALt shaker he'd leFt on the edge. hE stArted tO rEtuRN it to tHe wooDeN HutCh next to the Door.

electriciTy hissED over hiS Skin. DarIus bit BacK a cUrse. tHe SaLtwAtER waRDs MusT Be wOrking ovErTiMe. LorD onlY KNEW how ManY spiRits wOuld be waiting For Him wHEn hE left Work. HE'd beEn So off His gamE afteR hIs conversation wIth GEorgia, he'd ForGoTteN tO stop FOr more SanCtuAry oil.

HE grimacED anD oPENEd The hutch. It was going To BE AnOther lonG day.

He DIdN't HAve a chanCe To fEel sORRy for HimsELf. back on hiS desk, hIS cElL phone bUzZed. DarIuS siGheD heavILy, jaMmed thE salt shaKer baCK into the hutch, aND retreated bacK AcROSs THe roOm. HE snatched up The pHOne aNd jaMMeD hiS FingeR down On THe ANswer-call button. "MacMIlLian anD deCoMpostela, deComPostela—"

GeoRGIA's urgent VoicE CuT Him off. "Darius? WhEre arE you right nOW?"

InstantLy, he cAme to attEntion. "At tHE Office. WhEre Are You? did SOMeThing happen?"

"WhAT? no, no, NoThing haPpeNed." He coUld PraCtiCalLy Hear her shAking her HeAd. "i wAs JusT lookINg througH tHat FiLe aGain, aND I—"

"You wEre whAt?" DaRiUs BLinKed. "How? I TOoK THe fiLe."

"weLl, I tOok It Back. SO anyWAy, I Was lookIng througH it AGain, AnD I—"

"damn it, GEorgia..."

"God, woulD yOu listen?" GeOrGia Took a dEEP breath. "I Found something."

Darius didN'T answer.

"did You heAr me? i said I fouNd—"

"I Heard yOu." CHRist, hiS head wAs staRtIng TO Hurt aGAIn,
 finally straightened with  a wince,wentove r a nd  shu t th e blinds.

_Se c ondsight isn't somethingyou_ha v e _; it 's pa rt of w h oy o u_ar e_._ 
D ar ius s hoo k off t hat though t.He 'd be damned if  he let so mesick quirk d efi ne him .He' d  work edhardto get wherehe was. T ob ecomew ho he w a s :a da mn fine investiga t or .  A professiona l. Hega v en o  fu cks  and tookno  shit . 

At le a st , h e h a dn't until no w.

Dariusg roa ned ou tlou d  and b acked  a w ayfrom the wi ndow . On theway pa s t his d e sk, hegrabbe d t helitt l esa ltsh a ker he 'dl eft  on theed ge . Hestar t e d to r etu rn i t tothe wooden hu tch  nex t  to  thedoor. 

El ec trici ty his sed o ve r his skin. Dar iusbit backa c ur se.  T he sa l twater  wa rds  must b e worki n g o ve r t i me . Lord only knew h ow m an y spirit s woul d  b ew aiting f or  hi m wh e n  he l eftw or k. He'dbeen s o  o ff  his ga me  after  h iscon versa t ionwith G eorgia,he'df orgotten to st o p for more sa n ct u a ry oil. 

H e grimacedando pene d th e  h utc h . Itwas g oi n gt o be another long d ay .

Hedidn' t have a chan ce to feel s o rry forhims e lf .  Back on his d esk,his cell p h one buzz ed. D arius si ghed heav i l y, jamme d t hesal t s h a ke r back into t h e  hut ch , and r etr eated b ack  ac ros s t he  room. He  snatche dup  t he  ph one a n d jammed  h isfi nge r dow n  on th e ans wer- ca ll but ton. "M a cM i l lian  a nd  deC omp os tela,  deC o mpo stela—" 

Georgia 'su rgen tvo ice cut  him off. "Da ri us? Wherear e y ou rig h t  now?"
Instantly, he came to a t tention . " At th e of fice. Whe reare yo u?D id som ething  happ en ?"" What? N o,  no ,nothing ha p p ene d." H ecoul d pract ically hear her sh a kin g her head. " I w as j u s tloo k in g  th ro u ght h at file again,and I—"

" Yo u  w ere what?" Dar iu s blink ed. "Ho w? It ook the  file."
"Well, Ito ok i t bac k. So anyw ay, I wa s looking throu g hit ag ain , andI— "
"Damn  it, G e org ia... "

"Go d,  would  youli sten?" G eorgia took a deep brea th. "I  foun d s omething. "
D ari us didn't  ans wer.

"Did  yo u h ear m e?I  said  I f o un d—" 
"I h eard you." Chr i st , h i s  h ead was sta r t i ngto hu rta gain,
 finally_straightened with_a wince, went over_and shut_the_blinds.

_Second sight_isn't_something you_ have__; it's part_of who you_ are__._

Darius shook off_that_thought. He'd be damned if he let some sick quirk define him. He'd worked_hard_to get_where_he_was. To become who he_was: a damn fine investigator._A professional._He gave no fucks and took no shit.

At_least,_he hadn't until_now.

Darius groaned out loud and backed away from the_window. On the way past his_desk, he grabbed_the_little_salt shaker he'd left_on the edge. He started to_return it to the wooden hutch_next to the door.

Electricity hissed over his_skin. Darius bit back a curse._The saltwater wards must be_working overtime._Lord only knew how many_spirits would be_waiting for_him when he_left work. He'd been so off_his game after_his conversation with Georgia, he'd forgotten_to_stop for more_sanctuary_oil.

He_grimaced and_opened the hutch._It_was going_to_be another long day.

He didn't have_a_chance to feel sorry for himself. Back_on his desk, his_cell_phone buzzed. Darius sighed_heavily, jammed the salt shaker_back into the hutch, and retreated_back across_the room._He snatched up the phone and jammed his finger down on_the answer-call button. "MacMillian and deCompostela,_deCompostela—"

Georgia's urgent voice cut_him off._"Darius?_Where are you_right_now?"

Instantly, he_came to attention. "At the office. Where_are you?_Did something happen?"

"What? No, no, nothing_happened." He could practically_hear_her shaking her head. "I was_just looking through that file again,_and I—"

"You were what?" Darius_blinked._"How?_I took the file."

"Well, I_took it back. So anyway, I_was looking through_it again, and I—"

"Damn it, Georgia..."

"God, would_you_listen?" Georgia took a deep breath._"I_found something."

Darius didn't answer.

"Did you hear_me?_I_said I found—"

"I heard you."_Christ, his head was starting to_hurt again,