Sort of Dead by Rob Rosen

Author:Rob Rosen [Rosen, Rob]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JMS Books LLC
Published: 2020-10-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

The next morning, bodies were again switched. Clark and I were surveying Paula’s house. The ghosts were floating nearby, the tether between us still clearly, um, tethered. Mom had made us breakfast; it sat like a heavy brick inside my gurgling belly. We’d been invited into Chaz’s home—under false pretenses, but still. Now we were burglars, breaking the law. Which was fine for me, seeing as I was dead, mostly, but Clark had to be considered, Voltan, too, since I was borrowing his body. Hence that aforementioned belly-brick.

“What is it?” he asked, pointing at my face.

As for me, I pointed at the fake rock on the ground. If you knew what you were looking at, it was obvious. “What if she has security cameras?” I asked.

He grinned. “She did.”

My head tilted to the side. “I noticed that was in the past tense. And, uh, huh?”

“It was mentioned in one of her email chains. All I had to do was log in to her account, send a forgotten password request, retrieve her password, and flick off the security cameras, deleting my trail as I did so.”

My head tilted the other way. “And if she’s since flicked them back on?”

The grin widened. Mine followed suit. His was Pavlovian that way. “I checked before we left. All is good.” He patted my back. “You worry too much, dude.”

My head righted. My grin promptly faded. “I was recently murdered; perhaps I didn’t worry enough, dude.”

He cleared his throat. The patting returned. The message of the pat had changed. “Okay. Point taken.” He bent down. The rock was retrieved. “Key taken, too.” It was soon in the palm of his upturned hand. “Promise, she’ll never know we were here.”

We opened the door. I’d forgotten to breathe. I forgot some more when we heard the telltale click.

“I got a text message,” Paula said with a rather nasty smirk, the gun going from me to my friend and back again. “Security measure, in case my alarm gets turned off. Smart. Of them, I mean.” I looked at Clark. Clark shrugged. “You two are supposed to be at work.”

I aimed my chin her way. “Ditto.”

The gun moved closer. That is to say, she moved closer, but all I saw was the gun. Talk about bad karma. Dying twice in a week. I must’ve fucked up royally in some past life. Drowned some kittens or something. Voted Republican. Blech. “I was headed there when I got the text. Thought it best to see what was up.” The gun got pressed to my forehead. “What’s up, asshole?”

My entire life flashed before my eyes. I didn’t get that added little bonus feature at my last murder. Suffice it to say, the effect wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. I started to answer her. Voltan popped his head inside before I could get a word out. “Stall her,” he said.

“Really?” I replied inside the same head. “She’s got a gun aimed my way. Think a little song and dance might do the trick?”

“You’re in my body, Nord.

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