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Susannah’s hand instantly covered her perfectly painted lips,<br />
but didn’t actually touch them so as to keep the makeup intact. “You<br />
what? I swear, Chelsea, I didn’t touch you. I had my camera in both<br />
hands.” She held it up for emphasis.<br />
Finally, something in my mind plugged in again. Even more<br />
adrenaline rushed forth and I was on my feet in less than a second.<br />
“Something pushed me.”<br />
Her head jerked in every direction, looking for something<br />
she wouldn’t ever be able to find. “Who’s here?” she demanded.<br />
“Did you just push Chelsea? Why would you do that?”<br />
Suddenly, I felt hands on my shoulders. I jumped high<br />
enough that I almost hung myself on the immaculate chandelier<br />
dangling from the ceiling. When I hit the ground again, I swung<br />
around to see dark eyebrows furrowed over familiar brown eyes.<br />
“What happened?” Tucker asked. “Someone pushed you?”<br />
I nodded as my heart pounded against my chest like a dog’s<br />
foot against the floor as it scratched itself. <strong>The</strong> explanation stuck to<br />
my heavy tongue.<br />
Susannah came to my rescue. “We were just walking out of<br />
the room and it looked like she tripped.”<br />
Jamie poked his head out from behind Tucker and nodded at<br />
something behind us, inside the playroom. “It looks like the camera<br />
might have captured it.”<br />
As he and Susannah went over to check it out, I sucked in<br />
deep breaths of air to calm myself down. It was totally bad to let the<br />
residents see one of the investigators freaking out. <strong>The</strong>y would<br />
definitely not be reassured by a professional blubbering about how<br />
Casper gave her a shove. I had to get it together.<br />
“Are you okay?” Tucker asked. He still hadn’t taken his<br />
hands off my shoulders. As I started to think clearly again, a warm<br />
tingle began to spread from where his fingers rested. His grip was<br />
strong, but so gentle.<br />
<strong>The</strong> comfort of his touch was just what I needed to focus on<br />
to bring myself back to center. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little wigged.”<br />
I glanced over my shoulder as if I expected to see the culprit. Okay,<br />
Chels, keep searching for the Invisible Man.<br />
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