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Chapter 6

After hanging up the phone on David, I sat for a few seconds and contemplated what I should do. I was alarmed that someone, especially a dead someone, would want to harm my brother. He had no enemies (except the occasional school bully); Doc is the sweetest kid ever.

After glancing at Gina to make sure that she was still asleep, I dialed the Carmel area code and then seven digits that had become very familiar to me.

"Hello?" a polite voice answered.

"Hey, Jesse." Just hearing his voice made me suddenly ecstatic. I had to concentrate to keep the giggles down.

"Susannah. Is everything all right? Do you need help with something?" He always assumes that something's up. Of course, knowing me, something usually is.

"Not per say." I hate asking people for help. It's so humiliating. "I just need you to look into something for me."

"Of course," Jesse answered, before even knowing what I was going to ask. I thought about asking for something totally outrageous, like that he find out what percentage of hotels with room service also sell condoms, but my business was serious. I could screw with Jesse's mind later.

"I was talking to Doc just now, and he says that he was attacked. By a ghost." I wasn't sure what Jesse could do about this, but seeing as I was on an opposite side of the country, he was better placed to act then me.

Jesse said something in Spanish, then asked me to continue. I related everything that David had told me, finishing with "―and I'm worried, because I don't know why someone would try to kill him, and I don't know if they're going to try again." Jesse was silent for quite a while. I had no idea what he was thinking.

"Odd. Very odd. Something is wrong here, querida." I resisted the urge to say "Duh." He continued. "Just an hour or so ago, I received a visit from your friend…" he paused. "Cee Cee," he said with distaste. Apparently, he didn't like her nickname any more than mine.

"You talked to Cee Cee? Why?" I was totally surprised. I mean, not that I didn't want him talking to her, it's just, they barely knew each other.

So then Jesse went and told me the whole bloody story. I mean, I was interested in why she was talking to him, but did I really need to know all the tiny details?

Basically, what happened was this: Jesse woke up Saturday mourning and ate a bowl of cereal. Cheerios, I think he said. He then ran some water and washed the dishes. As he was drying off his hands and contemplating which subject he should study, (studying on a Saturday mourning. Wonder what that's like.) he heard a knock on the door to his apartment. "Brisk and businesslike" is how he described it to me.

"Hello?" He said, opening the door.

"Hi," answered Cee Cee, looking slightly nervous but set. "May I come in?"

Jesse of course let her inside, apologizing profusely about the mess—which in his language means a couple of books on the table and a jacket on the sofa—and offered her a drink, which Cee politely declined.

"This visit is purely business," Cee justified her refusal with. "Well, sort of."

When Jesse asked her to elaborate, the albino girl told him that she had woken up early that morning to finish some work for her internship at The Carmel Pinecone, our local newspaper, but her computer died. She was re-booting it when, "perfectly spontaneously" (her words, not mine or Jesse's) a lamp was lifted off the ground and smashed over her head.

"And the reason I'm telling you this," Cee Cee informed Jesse not an hour later (the girl recovers as fast as me when she has a story to investigate) "is because I know you used to be a ghost, so I was hoping you tell me what happened, or at least offer some sort of explanation."

Jesse was stunned for several seconds. "Did Susannah tell you that?" he managed finally.

"She confirmed it," Cee Cee told him, "but I figured it out on my own. The shenanigan at Brad's party was sort of a give-away."

Jesse shook his head to clear the headache he was starting to get. It didn't work. "I have no idea why a ghost would want to hurt you, but I'll look into it. Thank you for telling me."

"Thanks for listening." And with that, Cee Cee stood up and briskly left his apartament.

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"So, within twelve hours, both David and Cee Cee get attacked by ghosts?" I said, more to myself than to Jesse. "That can't be a coincidence."

"…Querida," Jesse said hesitantly, "Have you gotten into any… trouble with ghosts lately?"

"No," I replied, perplexed "Why would you thi—Ooooh. You think I pissed off some ghost who's taking it out on people I care about. That would make sense, except I haven't met any violent ghosts since the one Paul mediated last February."

"Well, I will ask him and Father Dominic if they know anything about it," Jesse told me. "In the meantime, look after yourself" (roll eyes) "I love you."

"Love you too Jesse."

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