Tony looked at the corpse on Ducky’s table and leaned in, studying him carefully. Cousin Billy had been a Marine reservist, and though Tony hadn’t seen him in a while, he looked dead. Okay, really dead.

Tony walked over to Ducky’s desk and pressed a button, shutting down camera surveillance. When he was sure the room was dark, he leaned in, resting his hand on Billy’s cold shoulder.

“Who did this to you, Billy? What can you tell me.”

There was a creak and a couple of pops that made Tony wince, then his cousin’s mouth moved. “Pretty lady, a doctor. Said she had you once, and wanted you back. Jeanne…” The voice was reedy, a sound that had always sent a chill up Tony’s spine.

Rationally, he knew that they didn’t have breath, and that this wasn’t ideal, but it was what it was. The first time he’d had it happen…

Tony shivered, remember how much he’d freaked out when he’d heard his mother speaking—the same, but very different. And now hearing the voices, though it was hit or miss, helped him gain an advantage.

“Thanks, Billy. Go rest now,” Tony said, patting his cousin’s shoulder. He squared his shoulders and took a deep breath, preparing to go to Gibbs with his suspicions. At least the boss had learned to accept Tony’s sixth sense.

As he strode out of Autopsy, Gibbs met him at the elevator. “Got something, Boss. Jeanne Beniot.”

Gibbs arched a brow, but Tony knew he believed him. Thanks to his sixth sense.