“Sheila, you’d better tell me what’s going on, why are you so stressed?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn’t find the words.
“Come on, deep breath, talk to me.”
“Viktor,” I whispered, “He’s back.”
“What? Sheila he’s dead.”
“Death didn’t stop him last year did it?” I sobbed.
“Last year you were contending with his evil family, they were playing tricks with your mind, not Viktor. Viktor is dead. His mother is also dead. Died in that horrendous fire, and hopefully burning in Hell. Yuri is in prison, they can’t hurt you. Look at me Sheila, listen to what I’m saying. The can’t hurt you anymore!”
I knew it was no use arguing. Neither Shirley or Jill had had seen Viktor, I was the only person cursed with seeing the dead. Now Shirley thought I was crazy. Maybe I was.
Evil Lingers for a while. Lingering Evil, my sequel to Dead of July is in the works, and coming along as nicely as Dead Russians will allow.