Laughing gaily Angel held her hand to her mouth to try to stem what was possibly the first public outing for her real laugh rather than the gentle, lilting sound she had been trained to use sparsely. Ladies, according to Mrs Pendergast at least, should not be quite so free in society and not at all when in the company of gentlemen.

But what did that old witch know? She was dead and Angel was here and Mr Dempsey was surprisingly easy to talk to.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for either of us to attempt magic at this point, Mr Dempsey,” she giggled again. “Who knows what havoc we might spread.”

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time of death: when MJ dropped this heart-stopping set