Ghost Castle (The Ghost Files Book 8) by Chanel Smith

Author:Chanel Smith [Smith, Chanel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-04-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

“Those are some pretty cool instruments you’ve got there; what do they do?” Popeye asked, moving up beside me to examine the two instruments.

“This one,” I said, presenting the K2 meter, “measures magnetic energy. There is a significant increase in magnetic energy during a paranormal event; in this case, it is the presence of a spirit.”

“Really,” he said. “Does it really work? Like in the Ghostbusters movie?”

“Not exactly like in the movies, but yes, there is some pretty significant data to support the magnetic energy theories that surround paranormal events.”

“Cool. And the other one?” He pointed to the other, which was a combination instrument.

“Well, among other things, this one measures temperature. There is a correlation between sudden temperature drops and a spiritual presence. In fact, what we’ve discovered recently is that the lower the temperature, the greater the intensity of the spirit’s anger. This particular spirit has hit some record lows.”

“Doña Ellen said that this spirit was angry. You can measure that by temperature?”

“Well, a combination of temperature and my wife, really.”

“Can she really communicate with spirits and do all of those things that she said?” He leaned in close and whispered the question. “I mean, really?”

“I’ve seen her do some things that I would have never believed possible,” I responded. “She can do things that I don’t understand and probably never will.”

“Who can ever understand the mysteries of a woman? Am I right?”

Having Escobar’s former bodyguard acting so friendly with me was off-putting, to say the least. Aloof or even grumpy would have put me more at ease, but then a thought hit me. What sort of life had he lived? What sort of proper social boundaries and interactions would he have been taught and by whom? What had he learned in prison to help him with proper intercommunication skills? From what I could gather from the interviews I read, Popeye likely remained isolated after prison because a lot of people still wished him dead. He probably never got a chance for any kind of normal interaction, especially in a strange and probably anxious moment.

“This is well beyond those mysteries,” I chuckled. I looked at my watch and knew that we were getting close to the time when our guest would be arriving. “Okay, I don’t want to cut you off, but we’re at ‘go time’ and we need to stay focused, you understand?”

“I understand,” he responded. “Do what you have to do and don’t mind me.”

Moments later, I saw the needle on the K2 flicker. “I got a flicker,” I called out.

“Temp?” Ellen asked.

“No change,” I answered. I watched the thermometer. “No, wait, it dropped a couple of degrees.”

“Got a direction?”

“Not yet.” I watched the K2 and the thermometer at the same time as I turned a full circle. The needle stayed steady at midrange and I stopped. The temperature dropped as well. “This way. You got him yet?”

“Faintly.”

“Okay, let’s move forward, then.”

We started walking in the direction that the instruments were leading me.

“I’ve got him,” Ellen said.

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