What the Dead Know (Into Shadow, #4)

by Nghi Vo

“I don’t know why he killed her,” Nina said softly. “What reason could he have had?” Maryse didn’t have an answer for her, but she found herself speaking, thinking of the flash of a pink palm in the water, the river women from all along the length of the great Mississippi. “As many reasons as there are women in the water,” she said.

She was dead, and Maryse had finally learned, after five years as a medium, what the dead spoke of. Hate. Pain. Cold. Dead. Always dead. Dead forever.