Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn't there . . . . In the afterglow, the grid vanished, and Ryan's breath caught in her throat when she saw what remained. There was Jean, walking through her living room just as she had imagined her. Except, this woman was outlined in a halo of blue light-a hologram with every living detail that had been Jean-when she was alive. When gifted homicide...