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The Vengeful Spirit of Lake
Nepeakea
Tanya Huff

"Camping?"
"Why sound so amazed?" Dragging the old turquoise
cooler behind her, Vicki Nelson, once one of Toronto's
finest and currently the city's most successful paranormal
investigator, backed out of Mike Celluci's crawl space.
"Why? Maybe because you've never been camping in
your life. Maybe because your idea of roughing it is a hotel
without room service. Maybe" тАФ he moved just far enough
for Vicki to get by then followed her out into the rec room
тАФ "because you're aтАж"
"A?" Setting the cooler down beside two sleeping bags
and a pair of ancient swim fins, she turned to face him. "A
what, Mike?" Grey eyes silvered.
"Stop it."
Grinning, she turned her attention back to the cooler.
"Besides, I won't be on vacation, I'll be working. You'll be
the one enjoying the great outdoors."
"Vicki, my idea of the great outdoors is going to the
Sky dome for a Jay's game."
"No one's forcing you to come." Setting the lid to one
side, she curled her nose at the smell coming out of the
cooler's depths. "When was the last time you used this
thing?"
"Police picnic, 1992. Why?"
She turned it up on its end. The desiccated body of a
mouse rolled out, bounced twice and came to rest with its
sightless little eyes staring up at Celluci. "I think you need
to buy a new cooler."
"I think I need a better explanation than 'I've got a great
way for you to use up your long weekend,'" he sighed,
kicking the tiny corpse under the rec room couch.


"So this developer from Toronto, Stuart Gordon,
bought an old lodge on the shores of Lake Nepeakea and
he wants to build a rustic, time-share resort so junior
executives can relax in the woods. Unfortunately, one of
the surveyors disappeared and local opinion seems to be
that he's pissed off the lake's protective spiritтАФ"
"The what?"
Vicki pulled out to pass a transport and deftly reinserted
the van back into her own lane before replying. "The
protective spirit. You know, the sort of thing that rises out
of the lake to vanquish evil." A quick glance towards the
passenger seat brought her brows in. "Mike, are you all
right? You're going to leave permanent finger marks in the