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Chapter Nine
It took a few more weeks for Richard and Daisy to have free
time in their schedule to see me. During that time, I kept myself busy
with work, two more investigations, and as much time as I could
manage to get with Tucker. I put my monthly free tickets to good
use when I took him to see the latest Tarantino movie, and he took
me out to dinner again. Sometimes we just met up after work for
coffee (or tea, in my case) in downtown Bethany. Once, he even
took me to this park where they had an old castle on the grounds that
was rumored to be haunted. The group had tried to get in a few
times, but they couldn’t get clearance from the town because the
place was so dilapidated. It was still really cool to walk around and
check it out.
Finally, the group’s directors had about an hour one
Wednesday night, so we met them at Joe Bean’s around seven
o’clock. Tucker came with me because I’d asked him to, even
though he insisted I could do it on my own. I knew I could, but I
wanted him there anyway. He was far more the expert than me.
The baristas knew our orders by heart, so one of them set the
two cups down in front of us just as we caught sight of Richard and
Daisy. They were both wearing black t-shirts bearing the words
“Lark Hollow Paranormal Research” above a phone number in the
same blue-with-white outline lettering.
“Hi, Tucker. Hi, Chelsea,” Richard greeted us as they
approached the table. He held out his hand to me first, and when I
took it, mine was nearly engulfed in his clammy grip. He smiled as
he sat down and Daisy popped up to shake hands next.
Once they were both seated, I couldn’t help but ask, “Why
don’t you guys wear those shirts to investigations? They’re great.
And they look so professional.”
“We don’t want to alert the clients’ neighbors that they’re
having a paranormal investigation,” Daisy explained. “We try to
protect their privacy at all costs. If their friends start thinking they’re
wacky, they might be a little irritated with us for not being discreet.”
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