“Maybe the haunting is totemistic,” Jane offered when I was done.

I looked over at her, the word barely registering in my mind.

Jane shrugged. “I’ve been reading up on totems in Arcana,” she said. “Objects embedded with ritualistic properties. Think about it. You got your reading off the energy imbued in that chair, hon. Her pain is wrapped up in that. What if the chair is the object holding her here?”

It made sense, and I could have kissed her for suggesting it. Destroy the chair, release the spirit. I felt around my inside coat pocket, searching for something but coming up empty-handed.

“Damn,” I said. “No good. Most of my tricks are in my regular work coat.”

I looked down at the bag Jane wore strapped over one of her shoulders. “Please tell me you have more than makeup in there?”

Jane nodded. “I still have some bits of my D.E.A. welcome kit in my purse,” she said. She pulled out three self-unraveling Mummy Fingers bandages, six rune stones, and a stoppered vial, the same kind Connor used all the time to coerce spirits into submission.

“Perfect,” I said, pointing to the vial. “Run for the chair. Coat the damned thing with it.”

“And what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to do what I do best,” I said, “and see how much damage I can take.”

Jane gave me an unsure smile. “Is this something they teach you in Distractions 101?”

“Just make sure you get to the chair,” I said.

Jane nodded, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me. While it was much appreciated, I felt a weird surge of rage and realized that the tattooist’s anger and jealousy were still in control of me, running strong in my head, to the point where Jane’s kiss almost tasted like the betrayal Cassie had caught Jeremy in. I eased Jane back away from me, trying not to push.