I meant to return to the main lobby at the World Paranormal Council headquarters, to discreetly warn those I was about to encounter of the return of my son-and myself. Instead, as though my heart ruled my actions and not my spinning head, I stepped out of the veil in the middle of Quaid's living room.

My ex-husband's quarters had a gorgeous view of the Hong Kong harbor, the delightful mix of old and new world vessels over a crescent of blue ...