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explain what that means later. But, seriously, call me back. You need
to hear this.”
My heart gave my chest a swift kick as I pressed the dial
button on his name. What had he found? What did the spirit in the
Masons’ house tell us?
“Oh my God!” he exclaimed as soon as he picked up. “You
have to hear this. What are you doing right now?”
“Well, hi, Tucker! I’m fine, thanks for asking,” I quipped.
“I’m at work until five.”
“Okay. Me, too. I want to get it on my computer at home
because I’ve got a sound program I can enhance it with. Do you want
to come by and listen to it when you get off?”
“Only if there will be pizza,” I bargained.
“Consider it done,” he agreed.
“You’re the best! Just text me your address and I’ll find my
way there.”
Around 5:30 I pulled up in front of Tucker’s apartment,
which really was only three streets away from The End Shelf. It was
situated on top of a bakery that had all its lights turned off so I
couldn’t read the neon sign in the window. I sent him a text to let
him know that I was there and had no clue how to get up to his place.
A few moments later I heard footsteps clunking on wooden steps.
He practically bounded around the side of the building. The
grin on his face was total Cheshire cat: tons of teeth and so happy it
was almost creepy. “Hi! Come on up, this way!” He turned around
and I had to hurry to keep up as he led the way to a flight of stairs
leading to the second floor.
Tucker held the door open for me to step into his tiny
kitchen. It was sort of old-fashioned looking, with brown tiles and
yellow wallpaper that looked like it had lasted since it was put up in
the 70s. I didn’t get a very good look at the layout, though, because
he disappeared through a doorway to the right; I scooted through
after him.
The room we emerged into was also small, but he had
managed to fit a desk with a computer on it in one corner, an L-
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