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