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said.
    He smiled. “Yeah, it is. You should’ve heard some of the ones he and Abby used to get into. They always kissed and made right up though, so to speak. I could sit back and listen to those two bitch at each other for hours. It was hysterical. Damn, Abby would dish it out to him in spades, man.”
    This was news to Kal. She sat up. “I thought you said they were friends?”
    “Oh, they were. Best friends, I guess you could say. I mean, I saw it more than Will, because Will didn’t want anything to do with the shit weasel. A lot of times I’d go with her if she wanted or needed me. Or if Ryan needed to talk about business that I needed to hear straight from the ass’ s mouth.”
    He laughed, shaking his head. “Damn , that girl could fight. She’d just about have him ripping his hair out crazy over an argument, tied up in knots. Five minutes later, they’d be laughing and joking with each other. Never seen anything like it.” He wistfully smiled. “I’d bet Ryan misses it , too. I know he loved sparring with her like that. Damn , she was a smart, smart woman. Really feisty.”
    Kal sniffled and stared at Bobby’s grave. “I must seem like a stupid kid compared to her.”
    “No!” Aidan’s angry tone startled her. “Sweet cheeks, you’re still new to all this. Give it some time, okay? Settle in. For crying out loud, it’s only been a couple of months and you’ve still got a freaking wedding to make it through.”
    “My father’s wasted his life,” she softly said, her anger still bubbling through.
    “Why’s that, sugar?”
    “All this…bullshit,” she spat. “It’s like finding out there’s no Easter Bunny, no Santa Claus, and no Tooth Fairy all at the same time, and then multiplying that by a thousand.” She sighed. “Only worse. A lot worse.”
    He kissed her temple. “I don’t have any answers for you, kiddo.”
    They sat there in silence for a few more minutes. “You want to ride back to the office with me?” she asked.
    “How about I do you one better and you hand me the keys and let me chauffeur you?”
     
    * * * *
     
    Later that afternoon, Kal was preparing to leave when Jeff walked in. From the look on his face she knew he didn’t come bearing good news. “What’s wrong?”
    He waved Kal and Aidan into his office. She noticed he had the sound software cued up on his laptop . S he sat in the chair next to his desk as he glanced at Aidan.
    Aidan placed his hands on Kal’s shoulders. “Okay.”
    Jeff hit play . On the recorder, from the first encounter in the bathroom, Bobby’s voice was clearly audible.
    Kal’s hand flew to her mouth as she tried to stifle her sobs. She quietly cried as the recording played out.
    Aidan looked grim. “Damn, that’s good. Really good. The irony is, we have to scrub that recording to make it sound worse.”
    Jeff frowned. “Why? That’s the best EVP I’ve ever heard! It’s like he was in the room.”
    “Exactly. People won’t buy it. They’ll think it’s faked. The only reason he sounds so clear is because of me amplifying him.” Aidan gently squeezed Kal’s shoulders. “You okay, sweet cheeks?”
    She nodded even though her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
    Aidan thought for a moment. “You know, we could do a little segment about him and his parents. Grab some footage from the cemetery. Didn’t you find a picture of him, too?”
    “Yeah. On the funeral notice.”
    “Pay him a little respect, that sort of thing.”
    Kal took a deep breath. At war within her, the TV show producer who wanted to do just that battl ed against the woman who had talked with the dead child, had sensed his loneliness and confusion and didn’t want to capitalize on his death.
    Probably sensing her thoughts, Aidan said, “Kal, honey, he’s gone. For good. He won’t care one way or another. You’ll do it classy. I know you will.”
    She took a deep breath. “Okay,” she softly agreed.
     
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    Kal returned