From "The Possession of Nattie Filmore", copyright 2008.  Cannot be excerpted or reproduced without permission of author:

"I'm surprised you called me."  Wyatt East folded his arms across his chest and stared at Jain Lazarus.

Jain barely hesitated as she rummaged through the pack resting in the trunk of her car.  She glanced at him and then away, hoping the hurt didn't show in her eyes.  "Your territory.  I thought you should know.  Plus, now that you've got some experience with the preternatural . . ."

"What are we dealing with?"

"Sounds like a straight-up ghost to me."  Jain turned and trusted that she had enough self-possession to look him right in the eye.  "Old house abandoned for years because of disturbances.  A few different owners in the last dozen years or so, but no one can stay more than a few weeks because it's so disconcerting.  Objects moving, cold spots, footsteps heard late at night.  And the appearance, lately, of a small boy with large eyes."

"You're talking about the Dempsey place over on Cassidy Pike."

"Yes.  You know it?"

"Been abandoned since I was a kid.  We used to go there and see who'd get so scared to run first."

 "I bet you were never first."

Wyatt smiled.  "You'd win that bet.  But I always ran, eventually."

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From HEX BREAKER, copyright 2008.  Cannot be excerpted or reproduced without permission of author.

"You cut off a man's head, Ms. Lazarus," Wyatt East said.  "I have to ask you questions."

It was several hours later, and they were in the small police interrogation room.  Jain looked up at him, watching him pace back and forth across the room, and folded her arms on the table.  "I understand that, and I'm willing to answer anything, but we need to get to the hospital or Dennis will wind up in the same shape as Mike."

"Headless?"

"If we don't get to him in time."

"Since you're the one who decapitated Mike, I'm not so sure I should let you near Dennis."

"If you let me near him fast enough, I won't need to decapitate him."

"So you admit that you would?"

"If necessary."

"And why would it be necessary?"

"By the time I separated Mike's head from his body, there wasn't anything of Mike left.  I saw it snuff out.  He was completely under his handler's control.  Whoever his handler is."

"What the hell are you talking about?"  Wyatt slammed his palm on the metal desk.

"Detective East, your carefully planned gestures don't intimidate me.  I deal with much more dangerous factions every day than annoyed cops."

"Maybe you should give me some information about who you really are and what you really do and I won't be such an annoyed cop."