"Your stage partner hung herself?  Oh," said Scott, gaping at Deacon.  He wondered how he would react if someone close to him died, either by suicide or by accident.  How would he react, what would he do, if Linda...?  Suddenly, he could feel a pang of sympathy for the other man.  No wonder he'd needed to see a shrink.<br/><br/>The creak of the gate as he helped Deacon push it open grated on his nerves, but it was nothing compared to the church bells.  And then, there was a shadow in the fog.  Another phantom?  No, this one was real.  Scott squints at the figure, a platinum blond in a coat and sunglasses.<br/><br/>"Victims?" he asks.  "What victims? Where?"<br/><br/><br/>