4
Before they were able to attach an electrode-studded helmet to her head, Janine returned to relate the details of the conversation she'd had on the phone. The moment she saw what was happening she flipped out. "Halt! Stop! No, no, no! What have I told you about this?"
"See?" sighed Winston. "I told you."
"We're just showing her what we do around here," Ray protested.
"You're testing her? No way! I've explained this to you before—there has to be paperwork involved! It's called, 'cover your butt' thanks to the delightful busybodies with the EPA and down at City Hall."
Ray pointed out, "She's too young to sign paperwork."
"Even worse!" The irate receptionist admonished.
Winston asked the girl how old she was.
"Dunno," she replied. "Not sure."
Ray chuckled in disbelief.
"I'm seldom certain of my own age," Egon admitted, patting the pocket he thought his wallet should be in and finding it empty.
Winston began to remove the odd apparatus from the girl.
"I got a call from a realtor about a brownstone he needs proof has been cleaned before the buyer will take it," Janine told them.
"When were we last there?" queried Egon.
"Never. Never got a call from there. He says there's never been a complaint from anybody. But his buyer insists he gets proof before anything's signed."
Ray looked at Egon and shrugged as though they had just exchanged information telepathically. "Wanna go on a bust with us?" he asked the girl.
Janine scowled, Winston looked dubious for a second, then drew his lower lip up and nodded. It would be a simple and quick investigation. They would verify that no peculiar energies or entities were present, and then leave.