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Chapter Eighteen
Gunner and I went to Richard and Daisy’s house at five the
next day. Ethan and Susannah were already seated at the table when
we walked in, next to a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair
I could only assume was Craig. He reached out and shook my hand,
and then my brother’s, before we sat down.
“I think we should go to his house again,” he mused. “It
seems as though this demon has extreme control over Tucker.
However, judging by his reaction when he was released
momentarily, he may have the willpower necessary to perform a
successful exorcism.”
“Who’s ‘we’?” Ethan asked.
“Whoever feels they should or want to be there. I’d prefer at
least two others to come with me; I never perform one alone.” Craig
looked gravely at me.
I nodded. Gunner’s words had encouraged me, as well as the
desperation with which the genuine Tucker had looked at me the day
before. I could handle it. “I’m there.”
“I could go, too,” Ethan volunteered.
“Me, too,” Richard added.
“And me,” Gunner piped up.
“Gunner.” I glared at him sharply.
“Fine.”
Daisy chuckled. “When you’re eighteen, Gunner, you’re
more than welcome to join our group. We could use a head like
yours.”
He lit up like a K2 meter.
“So the four of us will go over there as soon as possible.
When will he be home?” Craig asked.
“Tonight? The End Shelf closed about when we got here.
He’ll be home now,” I spoke up. Assuming he went to work at all. I
had no idea how he was spending his days. Apparently he’d spent a
good amount of time with Susannah and I hadn’t had a clue.
Craig nodded and rose from his seat at the head of the table.
“Good. I’ll go and get my things together and we will head over
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