since the building was almost totally BlackBoxed, it had felt like a ghost-free sanctuary.
Then Logan died. He’d appeared as a ghost right after his death, but then disappeared. Everyone thought he’d passed on. So the night of his viewing here, looking at his dead body, I thought I’d never see him again.
Now Logan really was gone. Videos and photos were all I had left. And the memories, which stabbed at me as I veered away from the room where he’d lain on display.
I knocked on the office door. It opened a crack to reveal the darkness inside.
“Is she here?” I whispered.
Megan placed a finger to her lips, then stepped back and swung the door wide.
“Oh my God,” said the fourteen-year-old girl on the sofa. “You weren’t kidding. It’s Aura freaking Salvatore.”
Through her violet glow, a clear quartz summoner disc shone on the sofa’s center cushion. The funeral home used it so that their ghost clients could relate their final wishes.
I stepped closer to see her better. The design on her shirt came into focus: the skull-and-shamrock logo of Logan’s punk band, the Keeley Brothers. “Tammi Teller.”
“Yeah,” she sneered at me. “How’d you know?”
My boyfriend is in DMP custody, thanks to your big mouth. “You’ve been on TV a lot.”
“I’m famous now. All I had to do was get on a plane that landed, like, seven hours too soon.” She crossed her ethereal arms. “I can’t believe I’m in the same room with Logan Keeley’s slutty ex-girlfriend.”
I gaped at her. Out of all the people who could’ve held Zachary’s fate in her hands, it had to be one of Logan’s most fervent fangirls?
I had more important business with ex-Tammi than arguing about my relationship with her idol. I needed to know what she’d seenat the airport between Zachary and Logan—and what she’d told the DMP. I needed to know how bad it could be for Zachary.
“We all loved Logan,” Megan said sweetly.
“Ooh, guess what?” Ex-Tammi beamed at her, then pointed to her own T-shirt. “I was in the front row Friday night. Logan touched my hand.” She gazed at her palm. “He looked into my eyes and told me to meet him—” She stopped, then scowled, realizing she literally couldn’t tell a lie. “No, he didn’t.”
“Did you see him after that?” I asked her.
Ex-Tammi’s mouth twisted, like she didn’t want to answer. But I’d asked a direct question, and she was too new at the ghost thing to realize she could simply say nothing.
“In the airport,” she said, “talking to Zachary, that Scottish guy from our school. By the way, I can’t believe you went with Zach after he hooked up with Becca Goldman on prom night. Logan never would’ve done that to you.”
My cheeks flared. “Zachary wasn’t my boyfriend at the time, and anyway, it’s none of your—”
“So, Tammi,” Megan broke in, “did you go to the police?”
“No, I told my best friend, Carla, when I haunted her. She told the police for the reward money. Then Carla tricked me into coming back to her house. That’s where the DMP tagged me.”
“Nice friend,” Megan said.
“Seriously. They told Carla they’d take back the reward money if she told anyone I’d seen those guys.”
So the DMP definitely didn’t want the public to know they were holding Zachary. Interesting.
“Have you told anyone else?” I asked her.
“No, I wouldn’t rat out Logan.” She watched her sneaker soundlessly scuff the carpet. “I shouldn’t have told Carla, but when she saw me as a ghost, she started crying. I wanted to tell her something happy. And I was sooooo excited to see Logan, like, in the wild. He’s incredible.”
“He sure was.” Megan sat beside her on the sofa. “So what exactly did Logan and Zachary do in the airport? Did they argue?”
“Not really. They seemed nervous, but basically cool with each other.”
I ached with envy to have seen Logan and Zachary together, forging a peace at last. But that
Then Logan died. He’d appeared as a ghost right after his death, but then disappeared. Everyone thought he’d passed on. So the night of his viewing here, looking at his dead body, I thought I’d never see him again.
Now Logan really was gone. Videos and photos were all I had left. And the memories, which stabbed at me as I veered away from the room where he’d lain on display.
I knocked on the office door. It opened a crack to reveal the darkness inside.
“Is she here?” I whispered.
Megan placed a finger to her lips, then stepped back and swung the door wide.
“Oh my God,” said the fourteen-year-old girl on the sofa. “You weren’t kidding. It’s Aura freaking Salvatore.”
Through her violet glow, a clear quartz summoner disc shone on the sofa’s center cushion. The funeral home used it so that their ghost clients could relate their final wishes.
I stepped closer to see her better. The design on her shirt came into focus: the skull-and-shamrock logo of Logan’s punk band, the Keeley Brothers. “Tammi Teller.”
“Yeah,” she sneered at me. “How’d you know?”
My boyfriend is in DMP custody, thanks to your big mouth. “You’ve been on TV a lot.”
“I’m famous now. All I had to do was get on a plane that landed, like, seven hours too soon.” She crossed her ethereal arms. “I can’t believe I’m in the same room with Logan Keeley’s slutty ex-girlfriend.”
I gaped at her. Out of all the people who could’ve held Zachary’s fate in her hands, it had to be one of Logan’s most fervent fangirls?
I had more important business with ex-Tammi than arguing about my relationship with her idol. I needed to know what she’d seenat the airport between Zachary and Logan—and what she’d told the DMP. I needed to know how bad it could be for Zachary.
“We all loved Logan,” Megan said sweetly.
“Ooh, guess what?” Ex-Tammi beamed at her, then pointed to her own T-shirt. “I was in the front row Friday night. Logan touched my hand.” She gazed at her palm. “He looked into my eyes and told me to meet him—” She stopped, then scowled, realizing she literally couldn’t tell a lie. “No, he didn’t.”
“Did you see him after that?” I asked her.
Ex-Tammi’s mouth twisted, like she didn’t want to answer. But I’d asked a direct question, and she was too new at the ghost thing to realize she could simply say nothing.
“In the airport,” she said, “talking to Zachary, that Scottish guy from our school. By the way, I can’t believe you went with Zach after he hooked up with Becca Goldman on prom night. Logan never would’ve done that to you.”
My cheeks flared. “Zachary wasn’t my boyfriend at the time, and anyway, it’s none of your—”
“So, Tammi,” Megan broke in, “did you go to the police?”
“No, I told my best friend, Carla, when I haunted her. She told the police for the reward money. Then Carla tricked me into coming back to her house. That’s where the DMP tagged me.”
“Nice friend,” Megan said.
“Seriously. They told Carla they’d take back the reward money if she told anyone I’d seen those guys.”
So the DMP definitely didn’t want the public to know they were holding Zachary. Interesting.
“Have you told anyone else?” I asked her.
“No, I wouldn’t rat out Logan.” She watched her sneaker soundlessly scuff the carpet. “I shouldn’t have told Carla, but when she saw me as a ghost, she started crying. I wanted to tell her something happy. And I was sooooo excited to see Logan, like, in the wild. He’s incredible.”
“He sure was.” Megan sat beside her on the sofa. “So what exactly did Logan and Zachary do in the airport? Did they argue?”
“Not really. They seemed nervous, but basically cool with each other.”
I ached with envy to have seen Logan and Zachary together, forging a peace at last. But that
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