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    We both glanced at the door opened. Granddad walked in looking harried. He did a double-take when he saw me and gestured for me to follow him to his office.
    "Close the door," he said, plopping down in h is chair. His usually neat space was cluttered with file folders and empty food containers. From the faint light streaming through the window, I saw the strain on his face. "What have you got for me?"
    "Me? I…well…"
    "You look worried. Did you mother call again?"
    "No need," I said, sitting down across from his desk. "She's determined."
    "She's as stubborn as your grandmother," he said, carefully pulling the top off his coffee cup.
    I wondered if he knew about the mental institution.
    "Do you think my parents might have me committed?"
    The look on his face confirmed my suspicions. He laughed. "Don't be silly. Things were different back then. You know, parapsychology is a legitimate field these days. We know so much more about psychic phenomenon—"
    "But some people still believe it's evil," I said.
    "Well, I'm not one of those people." He narrowed his eyes at me. "Shouldn't you be home packing?"
    "I was thinking I could read suspects for you. Help with the case."
    He choked on his coffee. "Oh, how the tide has turned! Now you want to read for me. No, I want you away from here, at least until this mess is over."
    So there it was. I have no chance of changing my mother's mind if my grandfather agreed with her.
    He watched me thoughtfully. "I wish Tessa hadn't told you about the hospital."
    "Why did Grandma tell her and not me?"
    "When Tessa came to stay with us, she was shy and maybe even a little depressed. They spent a lot of time together, talking. Then she met Tim, and things began looking up for her."
    I waited for him to answer the question, but he patted the papers on his desk.
    "Lots of work to do. See you at home."
    "One more question," I said. "Does Eric have an alibi?"
    "His mother said he was at home asleep."
    "Do you believe her?"
    He winked. "We check out everything."
     

Chapter Nine
     
    I left the office but lingered around the station. I heard Rory tell Skeeter he was free to go, and I followed him as he scampered out of the building. I broke into a jog to catch him before he reached his truck.
    "Skeeter?"
    He looked around, shading his eyes with his hand. His dirty-blond hair hung in greasy strings around his pale face. He was twelve years older than me, and he resembled Kurt Cobain. Or so my mother said.
    The p olice had cleared him after the shooting eight years ago, but his wife left him, anyway. He started selling crystal meth. Then he started using. Now he was a sad-looking man who got high in the woods at Jepson's Point.
    He wore a long-sleeved flannel shirt. In this heat. When I reached him, I noticed he wasn't sweating at all.
    "Look who it is," he said.
    I gave him a weak smile. "They didn't arrest you."
    " They don't know what the hell they're doing." He looked me up and down.  "Damn, girl. You grew up nice."
    His checking me out didn't make me cringe. "You were doing drugs out there that night?"
    He sneered. "I've been clean since March. I was out taking a walk."
    " On a Saturday night into Sunday morning?" The police had been over this with him, but I needed to do only what I could do. "What were you really doing out there?"
    He stared at me with vacant eyes. "Why don't you do your witchy thing and find out."
    Here we go again. "I can't read people's minds. If I could, I wouldn't be asking you questions."
    He leaned toward me expectantly.
    "I read people's emotions."
    Skeeter smirked. "Weak. You don't need to be a psychic to do that."
    "And I know what a dead person was thinking just before he or she died."
    He stopped smirking. "Is that why your granddaddy brings you to see dead bodies? What was Kate thinking, then?"
    I bit my lip. He's a suspect. If I told him what I'd seen, he might use it to avoid a murder charge.
    "I think she knew the killer."
    "Yeah? And I take it you don't