CHAPTER TEN
After we’d gone through the tour, the last thing I wanted to do was talk to Brenna about her experience with the bad thing. In fact, I was so close to suggesting we head out into Tillamook to get some food while we could, just to be in the sunshine and see the freedom of the waves, when Kelly came looking for us while we were sprawled in the teacher’s lounge.
“Hi there,” she said in her quiet voice, her hair gathered delicately around her face. “Brenna wanted to let you know that she had to go home sick and that she’ll take a rain check for tomorrow.”
“Oh no,” I said, straightening up in my chair. “Is she okay?”
She nodded. “I took a quick look at her. It’s probably food poisoning or a 24-hour bug. She’ll be fine.”
“What about her students?” Dex asked. “What do they do if she’s not there to teach? Is there a sub?”
I gave him a look. “You better not be thinking about teaching art, Dex, because I’ve seen your drawings.” Nude drawings, I wanted to add. Like, Anime porn.
“There’s no sub for her class on such short notice,” Kelly said. “The kids get an extra hour of recess with either me or one of the lunch ladies supervising. I’ll just take them out in the front yard where it’s sunny, let them run around.”
“Can we come watch?” Dex asked, getting off the couch, mug of coffee in his hands.
“Dex…” Rebecca said in a warning tone, not getting what he was doing.
Kelly shrugged with one shoulder and smiled shyly. “Sure. I bet you guys need some sun after being in here all morning.”
She was right about that. After she left, I got up and poked Dex in the side. “What’s your deal, mister?”
He eyed us both like we were morons. “If Brenna isn’t there, then we can talk to the kid. Jody.”
“I’m not sure if that’s the right thing to do,” Rebecca cautioned. “I think we need permission.”
“It doesn’t have to be on camera,” Dex said adamantly. “And besides, you’re losing your touch, producer lady. You need to be thinking about the big picture here. Roll with the punches, turn disappointment into opportunity.”
“I think you’ve gone mad,” Rebecca said, swiping his coffee out of his hand. “But I see what you’re saying.”
I didn’t really care either way; I just wanted to be outside in the sunshine.
Though the playground and small sports field was in the back of the building, the amount of trees kept the sun from reaching the ground. Out in the front there were wide fields on either side of the driveway, with picnic tables scattered about. We plunked ourselves down at one with microwaved meals and tried to eat all the while wondering which kid was Jody.
Eventually, however, she found us.
“Are you the ghost hunters?” a little girl asked as she walked toward us. I noticed an orange rubber ball in her hands. The sunshine in her blonde hair and the green freshness of the grass made everything look so wholesome, but that damn ball was a weighty reminder of what was always present at this place.
“That we are,” Dex said with a wide, welcoming smile. “And who might you be?”
“I’m Jody,” she said, rubbing at her nose. She was a cute kid with big blue eyes, a little on the short side for her age, dressed head to toe in a matching pink leopard sweat suit. “Miss Brenna went home sick today.”
“We heard,” Rebecca said. I was surprised to see how warm her features became as she addressed her. “But the nurse Kelly said she would be fine. She’ll probably be back tomorrow, feeling as good as new.”
Jody shrugged and started twisting back and forth at the waist. “I guess. I was sick for a while.”
“Were you?” I asked, even though Brenna had told us.
“Yes,” she said. “I had consumption.”
I nearly spit out my orange juice. Rebecca recovered faster than I did.
“Consumption?” she repeated. “I don’t think you had that.”
“I did,” Jody said like it wasn’t a big deal. “The nurse said it wasn’t and my doctor Willard said it wasn’t, but Elliot said it was. I was coughing up blood. He said that’s how it happened to him.” She stopped twisting and looked me right in the eye. “Shawna told me I’d never see my family again.”
She kept staring at me to the point where Dex and Rebecca glanced over to see what was going on.
“Who is Shawna?” I asked gingerly, trying to keep my voice light and breezy.
“Shawna isn’t my friend. She doesn’t like that Elliot pays attention to me. And she doesn’t like you.”
I felt like walls were closing in on me. “She doesn’t like me?” I barely got out. “I’ve never met her. We just got here yesterday.”
“She says she saw you earlier when you were looking in her room,” Jody said matter-of-factly. “She’s looking at you right now.”
Oh, Jesus. Oh, just no. “What?”
Jody pointed at the building. I followed her finger to the second floor windows. I didn’t see anything there; the sun was shining off the broken panes. “I…I don’t see anything,” I told her.
“She’s there,” she said assuredly. “You just have to look for her.”
F*ck that. I leaned forward, looking at Jody more closely. “Why doesn’t Shawna like me?” I whispered.
She shrugged again and went back to twisting. “I dunno. Maybe you won’t play with her. Or maybe the bad thing is telling her not to like you.”
My eyes flew over to Dex. I could see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, worry in his eyes. I looked back at Jody. “What is the bad thing?”
“I dunno,” she said again. Then her face brightened. “I used to be afraid of it, but then one day Shawna said it was her pet, and she had it on a leash. I was more afraid when it was running around loose. That’s how it got Miss Brenna one day.” >
I was speechless. Speechless and scared absolutely shitless, sitting here on a picnic table in a sunny f*cking meadow.
“Jody,” Rebecca said delicately. “You know it’s wrong to lie about things.”
“I know,” she said. “But I’m not. If I lie, I’ll go to hell. So I tell the truth. I don’t want to go to hell. Shawna says the bad thing will take me there if I misbehave.”
I pictured Shawna standing in the room, the way her smile didn’t reach her eyes, the way the leash went off and I couldn’t see what was on the other end of it. But my brain wanted to go there. It wanted to fill in the blanks. It wanted to see the bad thing.
I had to get f*cking out of there.
“You’re an awfully morbid little kid, aren’t you?” Dex said to Jody.
Jody stuck her tongue out at him. “No, you’re morbid.”
“Do you even know what morbid means?”
“Dex,” I said sharply before he could start an argument with a child. I hopped off the picnic table. “You know, I think I’m done here.”
He looked at me in shock. “What? For good?”
“Perry…” Rebecca cautiously.
I rubbed my arms, feeling a sudden chill, and eyed the building. “I don’t know. But if I don’t get away from this place for a few hours, I’m going to lose my mind.”
Rebecca looked at Dex. “Why don’t you take her into town,” she suggested. “I’ll stay here and talk to some people, film some things.”
Dex gave her an odd look, then nodded as if he was just realizing something. “Sounds like a plan, boss.” He got up and came over to me, taking my hand in his. “I’m just going back to the room to get something. Need your purse?”
I nodded. “Can you bring me my sweater too?” I figured it was warmer down by the water but the chill had its sudden hold on me, so that even in the sun I couldn’t imagine warmth.
I looked back at Rebecca who was smiling at me.
“What?” I asked, frowning.
“Nothing,” she said, still smiling.
“Did you want to play a game with me?” Jody asked her.
Rebecca hesitated. I thanked my lucky stars that I wasn’t staying behind to play a game – it was probably hide and go seek out the dead kids.
“Of course,” Rebecca said.
“Do you know any?” Jody asked, putting her hands on her little hips.
“Well, in England I used to play a game called ‘What Time is it Mr. Wolf.’ Do you fancy you’d like to play that?”
I rolled my eyes. Of course she had to choose one of the more disturbing children’s games but Jody seemed game.
Soon enough though, I was in the Highlander with Dex and we were cruising down the road toward the coast. I hated being trapped in my head but all I could think about – all I could see – was Shawna’s face and the black shape of the bad thing.
“Baby?” Dex asked gently. “Are you okay?”
I shook my head, staring out the window as the trees went past. “No.”
“Do you want to quit and go home?” I turned my head to look at him. He looked so damn sympathetic. “You know I’d understand. I just want to make you happy.”
Ugh. My heart started to swell like a warm balloon. I gave him a small smile. “I don’t know what I want, Dex.”
He swallowed. “Do you still want me?”
Everything inside me melted. I twisted in my seat to face him and reached up to touch his cheek. “Of course I still want you. Dex, I love you. You know I do. I’m just…really freaked out. Everything that’s going on in that place is…”
“Too much?”
“Yes. Too much.”
“Tell me about the dream you had. The one where you saw the girl.”
“Oh, I don’t want to think about that now,” I said. “Really, I just want to pretend for the next while that the sanatorium doesn’t exist. Pretend I’m back in our normal life.”
“You’re right,” he said and suddenly he was pulling the car over by a scenic lookout. He put it in park beside a low stone wall that overlooked the cliff and the town below. It was so clear you could see the tiny cars making their way on 101 through Gary, see the shimmering ocean and the endless blue sky. I immediately felt better just seeing that, feeling the warmth of the early summer air that was blowing through the open windows.
Dex reached over and unbuckled his seat belt, then he unbuckled mine. “Come on,” he said, lifting it over me. “It’s too nice to be inside the car.”
Though we were halfway down the mountainside and not in civilization like I wanted to be, I got out of the car. He took my hand and led me over to the low stone wall and sat me down. He glanced out at the bright horizon, his eyes squinting, the eyebrown ring on his dark, arched brow shining in the sun. Like I had so many times before, I was struck dumb by how handsome he was. Sometimes it really snuck up on me.
“This coast, kiddo,” he said, voice low and rough. “This coast is where we first met. All because I had this strange feeling that I had to go visit that lighthouse. I just had to. And then I saw you. And that was it. I knew why I’d been brought there.”
I couldn’t help but smile. I didn’t know why Dex was reminiscing so much lately, but I liked it a lot. “You’re turning into quite the romantic lately.”
He raised his brow coyly. “That’s a new one. Do you prefer that Dex or the crude Dex?”
I put my hand on his. “It doesn’t matter. They’re all the same. They’re all you.”
He turned my hand over so that my wrist was facing up, the anchor displayed. “This is looking real good, baby. Real good.” He took in a deep breath and glanced up at me with intensity. “You still don’t regret it?”
“No f*cking way,” I assured him, unable to look away from his gaze.
“You know that’s going to be on you forever.”
“That was the point.”
He squeezed my wrist. “We don’t know what the future holds for us. I see you here, now, you’re scared, you’re frightened. I don’t want to keep doing this to you.”
I watched him quizzically. “What are you saying?”
He licked his lips. “I’m saying…I want you around for the long haul. By my side. But I don’t want to keep doing this show. I think I want out. For the both of us.” My mouth dropped slightly. He went on, “What you said the other day about this show not going on forever, about doing something else instead. I think you’re right.”
“Well what would we do?”
“I don’t know, kiddo,” he said. He reached up and cupped my face in his large hands. “I don’t know. But I guess we’ll just sort it out along the way, together. I have money. I will take care of you – take care of us – until we figure it out.”
His words coated me with a heady mix of relief and apprehension. “So this is the end of Experiment in Terror?”
“I think this should be the last episode,” he stated. “And I think we should commit to it, go out with a bang. But yes, I think it should be the end.”
He let go of my face and bit his lip anxiously as he gauged my reaction. “So? What do you think? I can’t make this choice alone.”
The end sounded so final. I’d only known Dex through this show. I didn’t know what our lives would be like without it. The unknown – whether with ghosts or with life – scared me.
He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine and I breathed in that comforting, familiar musk of his, the mint and Old Spice. “This is only the end of the show,” he murmured. “This is the beginning of us.”
“You promise?” I purred back.
“I’ll do more than promise, baby.” He kissed me softly, my mouth opening against his, our kiss wet and hot and pulling me under into waves of honey. I moved in closer, my hand sliding up his shirt and feeling the tight lines of his stomach underneath.
But to my surprise, he pulled out of the way, then smiled and brushed my hair behind my ear. “Perry,” he said. His eyes were alive with emotion, his breath heavy. “Perry…I…”
I was entranced by what he was going to say that I wasn’t paying attention to the car that was pulling up alongside us.
“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” a familiar voice said, breaking through the spell between Dex and I.
Dex’s eyes sparked with anger. “F*ck!” he muttered angrily under his breath before fastening his death gaze on the intruder.
I looked over to see Patrick Rothburn/Gary Oldman in his Prius, the car running, his arm hanging out the window.
“No, it’s no bother,” I said to him quickly before Dex could blow up at him. I wasn’t sure why his fuse was suddenly so short, but being on Dex’s bad side when he had a temper was a dangerous thing.
I squeezed Dex’s hand and got up, walking over to Oldman. “What brings you back?”
He put his car into park and adjusted his glasses. “I’m just on my lunch. I just wanted to let you know that the girl in painting? Well, I did some research back at the museum. I’m not 100% sure but I think I was right. She was the daughter of one of the doctors. That’s why he started working there, to be near to her. Doctor Ridley was his name. His daughter was Shawna. He died about a year before she did, when she was moved upstairs to the terminal floor.”
“How?” I asked.
“He fell,” he said simply. “Probably a suicide, maybe because he couldn’t find a cure and she was going to die. I don’t know.”
“Do you think he’s the man in the coat that you saw that one time?”
He didn’t say anything but reached into his file folder on the passenger seat and pulled out a photo. “I drove up here to show you this.”
I took it from him and looked it over. It was a smiling picture of a man and his daughter. The man had slicked back hair, tanned skin and a fancy suit with a pocket watch. The girl, who was in fact the girl I’d seen, had her hair done up in long ringlets, wearing a dress that looked like it was made out of metallic threads. A stately Christmas tree in the background placed the photo around December. I flipped it over where someone had scrawled “Doctor Timothy Ridley and his daughter Shawna, admitted May 15th, 1933.”
“Eighty years ago tomorrow,” Oldman said. “Do you mind if I have that back?”
I fervently shook my head and thrust it back into his hands. Like hell I wanted to hang onto that.
He craned his neck around to look at Dex. “Sorry to interrupt. I just thought you guys should be on the lookout. I don’t know if tomorrow would mean anything in the grand scheme of things but history has a way of hiding events that were truly important.”
He raised his palm in farewell, then took his car into a U-turn and disappeared back down the hill.
I exhaled noisily, feeling that tension creeping back into my shoulders, and walked back over to Dex.
“That was weird,” I said, shoving my hands in the back pockets of my jeans.
Dex glared off into the distance. “The guy sure has f*cking bad timing.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
He sighed and got up from the wall. “Nevermind, kiddo. Let’s go back.”
“Back to the school?” I asked, remembering all too well why we had just left.
He nodded, pausing by his door and shielded his eyes from the sun with his hand. “Yeah. If this is the end of the show, for real, then this is our last episode. We should get serious about it, I mean really work on getting as much as we can. I guess we have to tell Rebecca, too.”
“Do you think she’ll be mad?” I asked as I opened my door and climbed in.
“She might be disappointed, but she’ll understand. She’s been telling me to grow up and get serious for a long time.”
As we drove back up to the school, I asked him, “You’re not doing this because of me, are you?”
“Ending the show? Of course, I am,” he said seriously. “You’re my world, Perry, that’s all there is to it. There are bigger and better things out there for us. Something legit, or, as you said earlier, meaningful.”
I know I said it, I just didn’t really think Dex had been listening to me. I hated the idea of the show ending just because he was scared for me, just because I wanted something more. I didn’t want to live with that ball of guilt.
“Don’t feel guilty,” he said, his mouth twitching into a smile. “This is what I want. And now I know it’s what you want too.”
I was unnerved. “Did you just hear my thoughts?”
The handsome devil didn’t answer me, he only grinned to himself. “And by the way, I’m always listening to you.”
Once we got back to the school and nosed the Highlander into a parking space, Rebecca came trotting over from across the field, Jody running behind her.
“Perry!” she exclaimed, her smile cracking her face in two. “Oh, let me see!”
“See what?”
She frowned, looking over my shoulder at Dex, and then quickly put her hand on my arm. “Let me see your tattoo!”
“Uh,” I said, holding it out for her awkwardly.
She took my wrist and showed it to Jody. “See Jody, this is a tattoo. I told you that, erm, girls can have them.”
Jody looked at Rebecca as if she had two heads. “You’re going to hell now.”
“Okay, okay,” Dex said, coming around the car with his hands in the air. “Enough with the hell talk, young lady.” He dropped down into a crouch so he was at her level, looking her in the eye. “I don’t care what this Shawna girl said, but it’s not exactly polite to keep saying hell.” >
“What word should I say?” she asked, bright eyes sparkling with curiosity. I could tell she was enthralled with Dex. I couldn’t blame her.
“Well, you can always do what I do and make up a word. Like, twatwaffle.”
“Dex,” I cautioned.
“Or douchecanoe.”
I sighed.
He straightened up and smiled down at her. “How about duckspunk? Ducks are cute.”
I slapped him on the arm, while Rebecca asked us, “You weren’t gone very long. What happened?”
“We ran into Gary Oldman,” I said.
“Gary Oldman the actor?”
“Sorry. I mean the historian, Patrick Rothburn.”
“I guess he does look like Gary Oldman.”
“Duckspunk.” We all looked down at Jody who was staring at Dex proudly. “I didn’t say a bad word.” Then she giggled and ran off to her friends who had started a game of dodgeball.
“Great, Dex.”I glared at him. “I’m sure her parents will be thrilled when duckspunk comes up at dinner.”
He shrugged. “Duckspunk comes up everywhere. You should watch where you step next time you’re by a pond.”
Rebecca wrinkled her nose. “Anyway, what did Patrick want?”
I quickly explained to which she crossed her arms and looked up at the massive fa?ade of the school. “So he thinks something could happen tomorrow.”
“Maybe,” I said. I looked over at Dex, trying to signal that it was time for the talk.
“Hey, Becs,” Dex said, taking a step toward her. “You know we love you, right?”
Her eyes widened. “Are you guys breaking up with me?”
“Noooo,” Dex assured her in a soothing voice. Then he cocked his head. “Well. Yes.”
We went inside and explained to her as best we could our thoughts on the end of the show, my desire to do something more with our life. It wasn’t until Dex started talking about plans for the future and keeping my safety and happiness as his top priority that I started to melt all over again. And Rebecca began to understand where we were coming from.
She wasn’t mad, but Dex was right, she was disappointed. And worried.
“What am I going to do?” she asked as we sat around the breakroom table with a giant pot of tea. “Not to make you feel badly about it all, but I was kind of depending on this job for money.”
“Don’t sweat it,”Dex said earnestly. “Jimmy loves you. You know he’ll have a million opportunities for you to jump on board.”
“But he only wants me in front of the camera,” she whined.
“It could be worse,” I said. “He could only want you behind the camera.”
“Look,” Dex said, folding his hands in front of him. “You’re a hot, striking woman who made men eat Taco Bell until they were shitting fire. You can do anything.”
I tilted my head at him. “You ever think you could get into motivational speaking?”
“Next career choice, baby,” he shot me a wicked smile.
“So this is really it. You just decided and…,” Rebecca trailed off.
Dex and I gazed at each other. We were in it together. And as much as it felt spur of the moment, as much as it would seem that way to Jimmy, it was also a long time coming. To say goodbye, to move on and do something else – that felt right. It felt good. We all knew that we weren’t going to be ghosthunters forever. Seeing the supernatural, that was something Dex and I had to deal with for the rests of our lives, but it didn’t mean we had to seek them out – not in this way, not for entertainment, at any rate.
He nodded gravely and I said, my eyes still on him, “Yes. I think it’s the right thing to do.”
She sipped her tea delicately and appraised us over the cup. “All right. Then it is the right thing to do. I’m going to miss working with you guys.”
“Oh don’t get mushy, Becs,” Dex chided her with disgust. “We still have an episode to make and like dick I’m going to let it go to waste. Now that we know everything that Rothburn told us, I say we spend tonight and tomorrow making the best of it. Are you with me? Or against me?”
Rebecca and I managed to roll our eyes in unison.
“We’re with you, mate,” she said, raising her tea in the air. We cheersed her with our own mugs and though she was smiling pleasantly, her posture was rigid. She was probably more worried about losing her job than she was letting on. Of course, I knew she’d be all right in the long run but I guess she didn’t see it the same way. It was Dex and I that I needed to worry about.
I knew someone, though, that would be happy with this news.
As soon as the two of them started going over the freaky shit that Oldman had told them, I took my phone and excused myself into the hallway.
Though I’d texted Ada just yesterday to tell her about Uncle Al, I hadn’t called her in a while. It was no wonder then that she sounded shocked when she answered her phone.
“Perry?” she cried out.
“Hey,” I said, leaning against the wall with the phone cradled to my ear and smiling absently at a pair of teachers who were walking past. “How are you? This a bad time?”
I heard something muffled, then she said, “No. I’m fine. I was just exercising.”
“Exercising?” My sister did not exercise. She was thin as a rail and never needed to.
“Yeah,” she said. “You know, you break a sweat, move your muscles and shit like that?”
“Smartass,” I muttered. “I mean, why are you exercising? You’re fifteen and look like a model.”
“I’m sixteen next month,” she said. “And it’s not about weight-loss, you douchecanoe.” I nearly snorted at her choice of word. Her voice dropped a register. “Exercise helps your brain. It makes you feel better – happier.”
I frowned. “Happier? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, fine.”
“Ada. Come on, you can tell me.”
She sighed. A moment passed on. “I don’t know. I just…I really wish you were here, Perry. I really need someone to talk to. Someone that understands. Sometimes I think I’m going crazy and I get so f*cking scared and then I get angry because you’re with Dex. Don’t get me wrong and stuff, I like, like the guy. But you guys both have each other. You both understand each other.”
I had to read around the lines there. “Are you seeing ghosts?”
Another weighty pause. “Just one. Just sometimes. It’s an old man. He’s not scary and I only see him on the walk home from school. Once I get my license I’ll be zipping past that floaty f*cker.” She let out a nervous laugh.
Suddenly, I felt for my sister. I felt everything that I did at her age, all the shit that I went through and the way I buried it all with food and drugs and everything bad for you. I could only hold onto the hope that if I could be there for Ada, that she wouldn’t turn to that and turn to me instead. I mean, it’s not like either of us could ever go to our mom or dad about our affliction.
“Hang in there,” I told her. “I’ll see you in a few days and then we can really talk.”
“You better not be bailing on us.”
“I’m not. I promise. Anyway, I called because I have good news.”
“Shut the front door!” she squealed. “What, what is it?”
She sounded way too excited already. “Why, what do you think it is?”
“Either you’re moving back to Portland or Dex proposed to you.”
I nearly choked on my own spit. “What?” I hissed, my eyes flitting to the door to the breakroom as if he’d hear her over the phone.
“No?”
“No!” I whispered harshly. “Are you crazy?”
“Whoa, dude, why so defensive?”
I rubbed at my forehead. “I don’t know. Uncle Al said some stuff to me that kind of rubbed me the wrong way.”
“Like what?”
I wanted to tell her but unfortunately I didn’t have the time for it. “I’ll tell you later. But no, no one is getting…that. And we aren’t moving to Portland. But we did decide to end the show.”
Another pause. “EIT?”
“Yes, Ada.”
“Is that what you want?”
I pursed my lips, wondering why she was trying to sound rational. “Yeah, it’s what I want. I’m tired of this Ada. I need something more.”
“And Sexy Dexy?”
“Please don’t call him that,” I groaned.
“Why not?”
“It’s weird. Anyway, Dex agrees. He worries about me as much as you do.”
“Well, if you’re happy Perry, I’m happy. It’s one less worry for all of us. I know I never tell you this, but you’re pretty awesome and you can do anything you want with your life. You should hang out with the living more often.”
“Thanks, sis,” I said, my heart warming over.
“It’s too bad he hasn’t proposed,” she mused thoughtfully. “The two of you would make beautiful babies and I could be the kick-ass fashion designer aunt.”
“We’ve only known each other eight months,” I reminded her with a sigh.
“Is that what Uncle Al told you?”
“Well, yeah.”
She scoffed. “Old people. They don’t know shit. This generation is moving faster. Just last week my friend Amber slept with Cole Phillips on the first date. I mean, hello, way to welcome him into your hidey hole so soon.” And then Ada went off into a rant about these people I didn’t know. When she was finally done I told her again that we’d talk more as soon as I got to Portland and we hung up.
I put my head back against the wall and took in a deep breath. I thought about what Ada said, that Dex and I would make beautiful babies together. Hopefully they’d have all of his genes with my hair and eyes. Actually, they could all just look like Dex and I would be happy with that.
And once again I was getting ahead of myself. He hadn’t proposed and, aside from the fact that we’d known each other less than a year, I wasn’t really sure if Dex was the marrying type. After seeing the devastation of his parent’s marriage, the way his father just up and left one day and never contacted his sons again, the way his mother went crazy – I couldn’t imagine that was something he wanted. Not to mention his former man-whore ways and his fly by the seat of his pants personality. I just didn’t see it. Not saying I didn’t want it but…it takes two. And I couldn’t set myself up for disappointment.
Just then, Dex appeared in the doorway, his arm above his head, lazily leaning against the frame. ”You all right here, kiddo?”
I stuck my phone back in my pocket and gave him a smile that felt stiff. “Just talking to Ada.”
“How is Little Fifteen?”
“She’s fine.”
He pointed inside the room. “Do you want to see the plan for the next couple of days? It kind of involves you.”
I nodded and followed him back into the room where Rebecca had her planner out. In the short time I’d been on the phone, they’d managed to make progress.
I peered over the table and saw the terms “room of blood”, “demon on the ceiling”, and “Shawna’s ghost” scribbled on the pad of paper in Rebecca’s elegant cursive.
A blanket of unease came over me. Perhaps the best time to quit the show would have been before we came to the hospital of death. Still, I pulled up a chair and let them talk me through the game plan.
One last time.