The man was already deep asleep when the whispers started, on the edge of hearing; just sighs and breaths at first, until words could be discerned. He stirred, a frown creasing the brow as he moved onto his back.

"Doyle! Ray Doyle. Is he here?"

" 'Cop killer. Not interested in a cop killer, Doyle?'"

"I did have a wife and kids, you know-"

"It's a shortcut to hell unless you get out the light."

"The press did their job – who was doing yours?"

" 'That should be a nice welcome-home present for Tony.' Wasn't it?"

The voices surrounded him, over-lapped, echoed in his dreams.

All Souls' Night – not a good night to be Ray Doyle.