“MacMillian pinched the bridge of his nose. Conspiracy theories, secret societies... what the hell had he gotten himself into? What was next? Vampires? Werewolves?”

“MacMillian groaned again, and sat up. "Clients?""Yeah. You know, people who'll give us money in exchange for work.”

“That, my dear detective, was the other San Francisco. You've probably seen it before, just out of the corner of your eye. You've probably dismissed it all your life. Maybe you always told yourself ...”

“MacMillian steepled his fingers on the head of his cane. Anticipation rose in his chest. Lena and Cyrus Alan might have an advantage over him when it came to hunting ghosts, but this was where he e...”

“Are you here about the infestation?"MacMillian stiffened. "I don't... We aren't-"Lena cleared her throat. "I'm afraid bugs aren't really our specialty.""Not bugs." The woman shook her head vigorous...”

“The Toyota plowed headlong into the boy. But there was no impact. No screams, no blood, no bending metal.The boy simply dematerialized in a swirl of white light.”

“I should hex the IRS.”

“I want to pick up a few other items at the house, Jules said as Katie stepped around the car. I still have my roller skates and yours in my closet.Katie opened the door and paused, staring at Jules...”

“There are details about your life I really do not want to know about. You told me he taught you how to fight with weapons, but I guess I never Put two and two together? Katie grinned. Thats not lik...”

“One day youre a college graduate, in love with Mr. Right and looking for a job. The next day, your Rambo.Your timeline is off. And can we lose the Rambo part?”