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find her EZ Pass. “The McCammons are staying with family for the weekend, so they won’t see things until they get back later tonight. I did my best to put the house back in order, but we both know that could all change between now and later.”
    Eve sighed heavily into the phone. “I really wish you wouldn’t do these types of investigations alone. You could get hurt.”
    The last thing Jessica wanted to do was add more stress to Eve’s life. When Jessica was just a baby, her mother passed away. One night she went to bed and simply never woke up. To make matters even stranger, her parents had won a twenty-five-million-dollar lottery on the exact same day, and her aunt Eve took it upon herself to take care of Jessica and her father as they waded through miles of grief and the ugly reality of sudden riches.  
    As the years went on, Jess’s father became less interested in normal, everyday life, and more concerned with the paranormal, ghost hunting being one of his specialties. It was a boyhood fascination of his that, thanks to financial freedom and his newfound fears of dying, sleeping and a host of other normal activities, allowed him free reign to live in the world of the unexplained.  
    Jessica realized now he was just searching for her mother, any sign that she would be there waiting for him when it was his time to go. As much fun as he was to be around, there was always a deep, dark sadness lurking at the edges. He did his best to hide it from her, but kids are smarter and more intuitive than their parents think.  
    She thought about the last night with her father. She’d only been six years old.  
    The phantasm of Sharon Bolster lit up like a white-hot spotlight. Jessica and Eve slammed their eyes shut and shielded their faces with their hands. The room became exceedingly warm and the hair on their bodies stood straight up.  
    When she sensed the light was gone, Jessica opened her eyes.  
    The woman was no longer there.  
    A shot rang out downstairs. There was screaming, so much screaming.  
    They ran down the spiral staircase as fast as they could.  
    But it was too late.  
    Here she was at nineteen, driven by the same compulsions her father had. And here was Eve, trying to keep her from going over the precipice.  
    A solitary tear rolled down her cheek. She didn’t bother to wipe it away.  
    “I know the risks. The book on poltergeists is that they make a lot of noise and toss a ton of stuff around, but there are no cases of anyone being seriously hurt. I asked the McCammons to leave this weekend so I could be sure it wasn’t a manifestation originating from one of their daughters. I really thought Lori would have been the key. She just turned fourteen and she’s loaded with your typical teenage angst. Amber and Elizabeth are too young, but you never know. Well, now I know. Hold on a sec.”
    Jessica slowed down to pass through the toll, holding her EZ Pass up to the window so it could be scanned. She scooted over to the left lane on the Whitestone Bridge, narrowly missing a yellow mustang. The driver gave her a New York salute. She paid him no mind as she zipped past any car in her way.  
    “You are one hard-headed pain in my butt,” Eve said.
    “Yes, but you love me.”
    “That I do, with all my heart. If I thought I could stop you, short of having you imprisoned, I would. Are you hungry? I can stop at the restaurant and bring something back for you. I have to meet with Anthony in a little bit to go over a few catering jobs. I’ll ask Louie to whip something up.”
    “Thanks, but I think I’m just going to crash when I get home. Although his ravioli are even better warmed up.”
    “I think I can swing that. See you soon.”
    Jessica removed the earpiece and turned the radio on. She plugged in her iPod and cranked up the volume.  
    Another trait she had picked up from her father was a love of eighties and early nineties heavy metal. A day didn’t go by when she didn’t think of him.