2 am on a Friday night.

She dug into the bag as she glared back at the clock. Extra parts for another project that had been calling her name, something she had actualized both with science and criminal investigation technique. The Tribeca Murders had caught the city by storm.

2am on a Friday night.

Holtz was trying to live up to Rebecca's expectations but the force had been calling.

NYPD, to serve and protect.

How could she not? This was a gift.

A gift.

A gift to see the dead and maybe make a difference.

"Man, you still in here? I told you, you need your sleep. I know you get crabby." Patty said, stopping short, "tonight? Okay, where we goin'?"

"House of Death?"

"We just got off. Death is just around a corner and back at the precinct. Not tonight, we'll go soon though. How was your beat?"

"She been like since we got back. Patty, go get her some eggs. You know how she is." Rourke said, tossing his cap up on the rack, and sitting down, "the clues are there but the vics ain't. Not from what she can see."

She nodded as she cleaned her pistol, slowly.

"If you just add a cigarette, we can call you Deer Hunter. C'mon, lemme buy you breakfast."

6am

They sat at the local diner six blocks off of Houston and Holtz wolfed down the eggs.

"Woah, slow down Holtzy? What's the case Peck has you working that's got

"Double homicide in Tribeca last night. They wanted an extra pair of eyes."

"Whatd they say?"

"What most of them say. I never saw it coming, he was coming from behind etc etc but they got a good look so I'll go down the sketch artist with some anonymous eyewitness tip."

"Crimestoppers can be a blessing instead of a curse."

'Speaking of, we need to go to Ray's Occult and pick up that Sumerian book I have on back order."

Patty just shook her head grinned, "you and Ray just love talking shop."

"It isn't-look Ray understands what I am attempting here. Para detective work is a new idea. Besides, he is hitting Tribeca cause it's easy pickings and two, three stops he's back on the lower east side. Now, Ray loves that Canadian bacon meal from here."

"You have any leads?"

"three hotels and a house where death is always lurking. ruled out the house since it doesn't match the pattern, hotels though? it's matching. so, perp either frequents them or works at one of the three."

"I like it, so have we narrowed it down any further like a glimpse of a uniform?"

"No. They still have nothing more than that he was coming from behind and killed them."

"Heard about the murders in Tribeca. Nasty business." Ray said as she walked in.

She put the pierogi on the counter and leaned against it, "you mind if I smoke?"

"No. Those murders though, you think its occult?"

"You and half the city, Ray. You and half of this fucking city. I got an MO but thats it." She said, waving her arm and it landing back on the counter.

"I was here during Son of Sam. Point being, several of them include some occult connections, here." Ray said, pulling out a map that he had drawn, "all triangulating to the same spot. I still have my old equipment I can loan you if it's a ghost."

"I can't say but I'll take all the help I can get."

"So, how's Dana and Jeanine?"

"She hates her old name but she's doing good, for the most part. MIT is treating them well."

"I would hope so. So you don't think could be part of this new phenomena that I heard on Coast to Coast, nuclear anomalies."

"I'm interested-go on." She said, taking a drag on her cigarette. Ray

"After the Chernobyl disaster in 86', locals were reporting of these new anomalies, whirligigs. I'm wondering, could someone be trying to replicate something similar in Tribeca and Central Park West?"

"I mean you steered the Statue of Liberty with a Nintendo controller."

He pats his counter and sighs. It had been a special time when he had done that with the guys. Ray felt that the detective understood that he could not be out there anymore but she was still fighting the fight.

"My point is, it requires a lot of power to even harness one third of an artifact. Chernobyl was perfect insomuch of the nuclear power and force generated, that it could bleed between worlds."

"Bleed between? Are you saying what I think-

"Exactly. Ghosts can interface with the power and come across-you were born two miles downwind of a test site in Nevada."

"I would need a Geiger counter. You have one?" She asked slamming her hand on the counter.

"No but Church Street Surplus might. No, no you don't need that, here," he said slamming a Russian Geiger counter on the counter, "it's been tested, it took a living hell to get that and a nuclear source through customs but Dana and I managed. I kept the Geiger and she kept the source."

"So, what is it exactly that I am looking for?" She asked holding it and no clicking happened.

"You bring it to some of the hotels you've pinned down and look to see any spikes. Do it like an experiment-your a scientist first, use that intellectual muscle."