As soon as the latch clicked, the spot in front of it shimmered. A man in a long black coat with the hood drawn up appeared like a highly realistic hallucination. But I didn’t hallucinate. I gave other people hallucinations. The Ghost lookalike wasn’t Zak—I’d spent enough time with the real-deal hunk to tell this dude’s shoulders were lacking in muscular breadth—meaning Daniel’s kidnapper was paying me a nighttime visit.
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