and now.  Do a data search on cults, also check the abnormal psychology heading.  Cross index them against rock groups and suicide."

She had full confidence in Auriel as a data guru.  She had seen him perform in this role before.

    "I can initiate search and have the data in about two hours, depending on how fine I make the mesh.  What are you going to do once I hand you the package?"  He asked, watched her carefully.  

    "I'm going ghost hunting," she said calmly.

    "That's why I asked you to help.  You can go where I can't."

    "I need is the eyes of those living Suix to be on what I want them to see, on the ghosts or a ghost of time past."

    " Ghost calling is a cousin to necromancy and necromancy is not white, yellow or even grey magic.  It's black magic," stated Auriel.  His tone was neutral.

    "So sue me," Brandywine grinned a wicked grin.  "My talent is ghosting.  That's why you called me."

    Brandywine went shopping to get the necessary for her working.  Fist she found a herbalist who had part of what she needed tucked away in a dusty jar on the top shelf.  Asked what she needed it for Brandy said, "Ritual bath",  smiling sweetly.  ‘Be careful,’ she was told.  ‘It’s toxic in high doses.’

    She found a mystical bookstore where, hidden among the kitschy skull candles and too sweet incense from somewhere east of Suez, was a stout black wax candle on which she could inscribe the necessary tokens to symbolize the path she would be working.

    That evening she began her preparations.  The 3D live broadcast was tomorrow night.  Concentration was hard but discipline kicked in as she called on the patterns of habit she had built so carefully for her magical workings.  

    First, she examined Auriel's research.  Pictures taken what seemed like an age ago were in the package she unwrapped.  She recognized youthful versions of the three Suix and   memorized the faces and shapes and movements of their friends for there was videotape in the package as well.  She learned their names and their stories.

    Her memory was trained by the needs of magic, so she had no great difficulty in taking all the details into memory.  She had a few surviving souvenirs from the dead Suix as well that Auriel had obtained, who knows how;  a glove, a cigarette lighter, a scarf.  She dwelt on these with her fingers but they linked with no ghost forms.   All she could feel was an aura of regret as poignant as the scent of white lilies.  Her eyes prickled with momentary tears.

    She brought her mind forward to the present and began her first projection.  She had been in the mind of the woman she now knew to be called Rosemary. She chose her to be the link with the rest.  Across town Rosemary lay restless on her bed, helpless to stop the flood of images from times past that crowded her mind.  Brandywine projected the image of the male Suix who had loved her when he was alive.  Rosemary gasped and reached for air where the image lay.  She sobbed and half rose then sank back to her bed.  Brandywine sank into Rosemary's now fully opened mind and drank from her the images of times past.   Her shielding held against the ferocious onslaught of memories.  She had the advantage of prior knowledge and she had a plan.

    Somewhere down memory lane here there was a common bond for all of the presently living Suix.  The three Suix were planning their overdue suicide here in Kingston were linked somehow.  She had to find out how.  She had carefully trained her mind to treat both good and evil as posturing shells concealing a neutral truth.  That training was about to be tested.  

She had found in her searching that absence of good which is evil and she had found someone else, a man called Klaus.  As a joke the Suix called him Santa Klaus.  He was a drug dealer selling a full palette of turn ons and downers.  More importantly, he sold an idea.  He made them believe he had died and come back to be with them, to