Stories in the series (in order):
The Lady for a Lady
No Easy Way
Sleeping Beauties
An Act of Betrayal
The Devil You Know
Demons
The Riddle of the Night
"Go fish," Caitlin said before stifling a yawn.
Hawke tossed his cards on the table and stretched out on the ground where he had been sitting for the last hour playing cards. Caitlin had taken over the couch.
"We're playing Gin Rummy, Cait. Go Fish was twenty minutes ago."
"Sorry," She yawned again. Hawke gathered the cards and slipped them back into the carton. "Why don't you use my bed and get some sleep. You're yawning so much even Tet is getting in on the action."
On cue, Tet yawned, showing off his humongous mouth. Then he laid his head back down and closed his eyes.
"I don't want to sleep. I can't sleep until I know what we brought back in that box."
Caitlin got up and walked around the cabin. She walked outside for a few minutes enjoying the moon on the water and the cool evening. When she walked back inside and closed the door, Hawke had a paper swan in his hand.
"How did you do that?"
"I learned origami in school. I can make a frog that actually leaps, too." He handed her the swan and stood up from the floor. "Find some paper. I'm going to grab us some more drinks."
Caitlin went to the bookshelf for paper. Hidden between a weathered copy of Crime and Punishment and The Diary of a Nobody, was a black and white bound journal. Caitlin pulled it out of the bookshelf and let it fall open in her hands.
'Dear Cait,'
The words were scribbled in pencil on the top line of the paper. Cait flipped back through the pages and found, "'Dear Mom and Dad', 'Dear Kelly', 'Dear Saint John', 'Dear Gabrielle'. She closed the journal when she returned to her name.
"Did you find some?"
Cait glanced at him and saw the look of horror in his face. He set down the glasses of tea and grabbed the book in her hand. "There should be more paper somewhere else," He said. Hawke slipped the journal into the empty space and turned toward her. "I'm sure I can find some paper somewhere."
"Hawke, my name was written in that journal. Why was my name in that journal?"
"No reason at all," Hawke said. "It was nothing."
"Then the pages would have been blank." She pulled the journal off the shelf again, opened it to a sheet, and shoved it at Hawke. "Dear Cait. Why were you writing a letter to me?"
Hawke dropped onto the couch and let his elbows rest against his knees while his hands covered his face. In a muffled voice, Caitlin heard Hawke say, "Because you were dead and my shrink told me too."