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This time her eyebrows turned downward. “You hung out<br />
with him? You don’t even know who he is. Except he’s into that<br />
weird ghost hunting stuff.”<br />
“I resent that,” Gunner piped up.<br />
“Not you, Gunner. You know you’re like my son.”<br />
“Heaven forbid,” he quipped.<br />
“It’s not that weird. Well, I mean, it is weird, but it’s not<br />
what I thought it was going to be at all. It’s not all pentagrams and<br />
sheep’s blood or anything. <strong>The</strong>y are actually really respectful and<br />
scientific.” I tried not to get defensive, but I felt my blood getting a<br />
little heated up. I didn’t want her to think I was being silly or<br />
irresponsible. Tucker wasn’t dangerous, and as far as I could tell,<br />
neither was ghost hunting.<br />
Michelle didn’t look convinced at all. She had stopped eating<br />
her pizza and was staring at me with a concerned expression<br />
distorting the thousands of freckles on her nose.<br />
“Look, I’m not going to do anything stupid. I’m not, like,<br />
going and hanging out at his house or anything where he could trap<br />
me in his basement and sacrifice me to Beelzebub. We hung out<br />
down in Bethany at Joe Bean’s for a few hours. And I swear, ghost<br />
hunting isn’t what we thought it was going to be.”<br />
At that point, Trouble decided that pizza crumbs weren’t<br />
worth sitting through the tension in the room, so he got up and<br />
padded away. A few moments later I heard his nails clicking on the<br />
floor in the kitchen as he tried his luck with the scraps in there.<br />
“She’s right, Michelle,” Gunner came to my defense. “It’s<br />
not like you see in the movies. I mean, it could be, but the chances<br />
of that are so small. And Chelsea could get out of a bad situation<br />
before it got really bad. She’s not in any danger. Plus, Tucker has<br />
been doing this for years. He knows what he’s talking about. He’s<br />
not a crack head.”<br />
“How do you know this?” I demanded.<br />
“I emailed him. I wanted to make sure he was a reliable<br />
source. And I wanted to make sure he was nice.” My brother’s face<br />
was as red as my hair.<br />
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