Landon: Justice Series ― Erotica Paranormal Romance by Kathi S. Barton Page B

I’m going to tell you to fuck off.”
    Her face turned bright red when she spoke, and Dillon stared at her for several seconds before Vinnie laughed. “You always say what’s on your mind, or is it because of me?”
    “I have no idea. I’m sort of stressed out right now.” Vinnie told her she could understand that. “You’re the vampire, aren’t you? Married to Mitch. And Addie, she’s...well, she told me she’s like Steele, but I have no idea what that means. And Kari is a panther.”
    “That’s right. And the men, all of them, are necromancers. Of varying degrees of talent.” Dillon said she was a practitioner of psychometrics. “And that would be what? I kind of know what the word means, but not really.”
    “I can find things or people. Just with a touch. It has to be something that belonged to the person. And I don’t mean like a shirt or pants, but something that they treasured. Like a ring or something close to their hearts. I know that we’re portrayed as being able to find things with a hairbrush or even a button. But I can’t work that way. Anyone can use a brush after you do. And a button will catch all kinds of vibes from other people with just a hug or two.” Vinnie nodded and told her she knew of a couple of people like that. But sadly they were gone now. “Yes. I have done some research on my kind as well, and they don’t seem to last long. Usually someone kills them, or it’s too much for them and they end their lives. It’s a sad...we’re not very trusted, I guess you could say.”
    “Someone is looking for you.” Dillon said that someone was, but they were harmless. “And the man who haunts you? What do you know about him?”
    “I don’t know what you mean. I have...who is it, do you know?” She told her what Logan had told her, leaving out the older man’s name. “Crenshaw. His name was Danny Crenshaw and he’s not...he’s here? He was killed about five years ago over some gambling debt. But why would he be haunting me? I found him and his killer.”
    “He wants his head found.” Dillon stared at her for several seconds before Vinnie continued. “He’s watching over you. Keeping other ghosts away that might want something from you. He also pushes you into things, like safe places, I’m betting, when someone gets too close to finding you.”
    “He’s directing me. How? And more importantly, why?” Vinnie told her that the man more than likely thought that she needed him. “I looked and looked for his head, but it’s not anywhere I can find it. If they burned it, which is what the police said they’d done, then I’d still be able to go there and find the place. But there is nothing. As if his head never was lost.”
    “Tell Landon. I’m sure that he knows about your ghost, but not what he wants from you. Tell him and he can have some of his connections look for you.” Dillon asked what she meant. “They can find out where his head is, maybe. I mean, it’s worth a try. For all you know, he even knows where it is.”
    Vinnie waited with the young woman as she worked things out in her head. For some reason, Vinnie admired her, the way she seemed to have her shit together, even thrown under the bus as she had been. When Landon came out to get her and Dillon, she went into the room to see the new baby as well. But Vinnie had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be like this forever. Things were going to hit the fan soon, and she was afraid someone was going to get hurt.
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    Landon showed her around his house. He had been aware of how empty it was, but never more so than he was now. There were a couple of chairs at the table he’d bought on sale a few days ago, as well as some small appliances that he’d had to have…a tea maker, as well as a tea pot to make hot tea. There wasn’t much in the way of dishes in the cabinet, but he had a boxed set, a gift from Ray, as well as lots of silverware still in the wrapping that it came in. And there were lots of things