In Too Deep

reflected.
    “Let’s just say I didn’t want to star in the role of the perky blond teen,” she said.
    “You’re not blond,” he pointed out. “And you’re not a teenager.”
    “But at least I’m perky, right?”
    He gave that some thought. “I don’t think that’s the right word.”
    “Has anyone ever told you that you have a tendency to be extremely literal, boss?”
    “Yes,” he said. “Usually at the same time that I’m being told I don’t have a sense of humor.”
    “Nonsense. Of course you have a sense of humor.”
    “I do?” He seemed genuinely surprised to hear that.
    “It’s just a little offbeat, that’s all.”
    “Like my talent?” His voice went flat.
    “Like your talent,” she agreed. “It’s not as if I’m exactly normal, myself. Which is probably why I’m working for J&J.”
    She opened the door. Fallon collapsed the umbrella and stood quietly for a moment, contemplating the darkened foyer. She sensed energy shiver in the atmosphere around him and knew that he had heightened his talent. She did the same. Once again, icy mists pulsed and seethed in the entry hall.
    “What do you see?” Fallon asked.
    “A lot of energy that is infused with some really dark ultralight. Looks like fog.”
    “Huh.”
    “It’s hard to explain,” she said. “All I can tell you is that when I’m in my zone, I see the residue of energy laid down by people with something to hide. Most of the time I ignore it because everyone has secrets. But occasionally I detect the sort of currents that tell me there is a secret that needs to be found. And before you ask, I can’t explain that part, either. As the old saying goes, I know it when I see it.”
    He nodded once, satisfied. “You’re a kind of finder-talent.”
    “Yes.”
    “Any idea what the fog in here is telling you?”
    “No.” Another frisson of awareness chilled her. “But like I said, the answer is in the basement, and I don’t think that it’s going to be good.”
    “The house feels empty.”
    “I agree.” You could always tell, she thought. Empty houses gave off their own unique vibes. “But something feels wrong.”
    “Let’s take a look at the basement,” Fallon suggested.
    “Okay.” She took out her flashlight and switched it on again. “Electricity is off.”
    “No surprise there.”
    He moved into the foyer and reached inside his jacket. She was startled when she saw the gun appear in his hand.
    “Wow,” she said. “You brought your gun.”
    “You made me nervous when you called and said you needed backup.”
    “Oh. Sorry. I really don’t think there’s an immediate threat. As you said, the house feels empty. But I hate finding dead bodies by myself.”
    “And that’s what you’re expecting?”
    “I’ve seen this kind of fog before.”
    She followed him into the foyer, her senses wide open.
    He took a flashlight out of the pocket of his coat and switched it on. “Which way?”
    “I forgot you can’t see the energy.” She aimed the beam of the flashlight directly in front of him. “Turn left. The basement door is halfway down that hall.”
    He glanced at the floorboards. “Lot of footprints in the dust.”
    “Don’t forget, Norma Spaulding has been in here. She also said that there were indications that transients had camped out in the house from time to time.”
    “Probably the source of the rumors about the place being haunted.” He stopped in front of the basement door. “Is this the right door?”
    “Yes.”
    Fallon opened the door. They both looked down the concrete steps.
    “Still feels empty,” Fallon said.
    Isabella moved closer to the opening and studied the cold light roiling and surging below. The sense of urgency that had set her nerves on edge climbed higher.
    “We need to find whatever it is down there that needs finding,” she said, resigned. “Crap. I hate this part.”
    He studied the scene below. “Interesting.”
    She glanced sharply at him. “What?”
    “A wooden floor.”
    “What about it?”
    “Looks new.”
    “Maybe one of the previous owners finished off the basement,” she suggested.
    “I did a quick search of the property records after you left the office today. No one has lived in this house for over forty years. That floor was put in recently.”
    “Okay, I’m not arguing the point.” She tried to ignore the fact that she was shivering. “The good news is that I don’t see any bodies down there.”
    “Wait here. I’m going to take a