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Leo gave him a look, but his hand came to rest on Nate’s thigh, and Nate covered it briefly with his own before returning his hand to the wheel—and then he gripped the wheel very tightly when something suddenly pulled at his attention.

A man stood in the doorway of a closed store across the street. People passed him without looking.

He was dead.

Nate knew this instantly.

Even with his attention elsewhere, with the windows closed and Leo talking beside him, he could feel the man’s presence as though he’d deliberately reached for it.

He slowed at a red light.

The man was watching the sidewalk. Waiting for someone, maybe. Nate didn’t want to know, but his awareness kept stretching toward him anyway.

Pulling it back took more effort than it should have.

“Nate?”

“Sorry.”

“Is something wrong?”

“There’s a spirit over there.” Nate nodded toward the store. “I wasn’t looking for him.”

Leo glanced that way. His hand settled on Nate’s arm. “I can see him. But he’s not doing anything.”

“He’s distracting.”

The light changed. Nate drove on, concentrating on what was directly in front of him. He could still feel the man after the store had disappeared from view.

His mother had warned him. He’d believed her, too. But he’d spent most of the morning touching Leo and being delighted with what the ring had given him.

He was going to have to learn to manage the rest of it.

“Do you want to stop somewhere?” Leo asked.

Nate considered. “No. Let’s get to Walt’s. We’re nearly there.”

“All right.”

Leo left his hand on his arm. Nate was grateful for it.

Leo had been able to see the man too. The thought took a moment to process, but then it made perfect sense. Of course Leo could see the other people on his plane of existence.

Of course.

Nate would have to learn to live with how much more he could sense now. At least he wouldn’t have to do it alone.

He let out a breath of relief—and carefully drove them to Walt’s house.

There, he parked and sat for a moment.

“Okay?” Leo asked.

“Yeah.”

Leo studied him, then nodded. “Good.”

He looked toward the house. Nate followed his gaze and saw the curtain move beside the front door. “I think we’ve been spotted.”