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Brad agreed, and departed to go get it set up. As soon as he
was gone, Susannah plopped a motion detector into my hand.
“Come on, Chica. We’re gonna put these in the bedrooms upstairs.”
She held up her own and flashed an excited grin. This girl had done
hundreds of investigations, and she was still so enthusiastic about it.
Then again, you never really knew what to expect. It couldn’t
exactly get old fast.
In a few minutes, we had everything placed where it needed
to be. I was actually glad that Susannah had asked me to partner with
her, because since I wasn’t shadowing Tucker, I could actually
contribute to the setup. A new sense of importance layered the edges
of my confidence; I held my head uncharacteristically high as I
stepped back onto the pink and white kitchen tiles.
“Does anyone have a preference where they want to start?”
Tucker asked, hoisting an expensive-looking camera on a thick strap
over his head.
“I want to check out the master bedroom again,” Brad spoke
up.
“No problem. Susannah and Chelsea, you two can take the
downstairs for now.”
“Roger,” she chimed in.
“Okay, then.” Tucker finished adjusting his camera around
his neck and met my gaze pointedly. “If everyone is ready, then
we’ll go lights out.”
Even though I was getting an ego boost from handling this
on my own, it was a definite relief to know he still had my back. I
nodded slightly, just enough to send him the message that I’d be
fine.
Everyone else filed out of the kitchen, and the last one
flipped the light switch, leaving Susannah and me in the dark. For a
second or two, it was still freaky as my mind kicked into horrormovie-writer
gear, wondering what was lurking in the corners, just
waiting for us to wander too close. Then logic bubbled up from my
smarter stream of consciousness and washed over my sympathetic
nervous system, reminding it that nothing had ever actually grabbed
me from the shadows.
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