would’ve been impossible, since Zachary and I couldn’t see the dead at the same time. One of us always wielded that ghost-repelling power.
Ex-Tammi examined her chipped black nail polish as she told the story. “My mom and I were eating in that bar-type restaurant, where it was dark enough to see ghosts. Logan came up to Zachary there, which totally weirded him out—Zach, I mean. Anyway, then after his parents went to the gate, he ditched them to go talk to Logan.”
“Where?” Megan asked.
“That was the weird thing. They went all the way back out into the main part of the airport, past the security line. So I had to stop following them.”
Apparently there was no private place to talk in the international terminal. It explained why no one could find Zachary in time for the flight. But it must’ve made him look even more suspicious to the authorities.
“Were they talking while you were following?” I asked her.
“Yeah, but they shut up when I got close. I guess they could tell I was a post-Shifter. And Logan didn’t recognize me.” Her pierced lower lip jutted out in a pout. “I wish I’d been like Zachary and made me and my mom miss the flight.”
“Aww, it must’ve been really scary,” Megan said.
Ex-Tammi hunched her shoulders, squeezing her hands between her knees. “All I remember is a huge noise, then it was really hot, and then nothing. I guess I was one of those people who got ripped apart.” She gave Megan a nervous glance. “I heard there’s not much of us to bury.”
Megan seemed like she was about to cry again, so I spoke up. “We’re really sorry you died, Tammi. And your mom.”
She ignored me and spoke to Megan. “Is my mother a ghost, too? No one I know has seen her.”
“She didn’t come when I called her,” Megan said gently. “About the funeral plans.”
Ex-Tammi looked relieved. “I hope she’s not a ghost. It sucks. Logan made it seem so fun.”
“It wasn’t always fun for him,” I said. “Most of the time he felt pretty bitter.”
“Then why did he stay for two hundred forty-seven days?”
It creeped me out that she knew that bit of Logan Keeley trivia. “He had unfinished business.”
“Yeah, like a girlfriend who didn’t appreciate how awesome he was.”
“I appreciated him,” I said in a steady voice. “I loved him.”
“ Loved. I still love him. I’ll always love him.”
“You didn’t even know him.”
“Aura.” Megan tilted her head. “Remember Rule One?”
I gritted my teeth and cooled my temper. Rule One of being a rock star’s girlfriend: no catfights with groupies. It was beneath us, especially since Logan and Mickey weren’t the type to sleep around.
I changed the subject. “What about you, Tammi? Do you have unfinished business?”
“I thought I wanted to see my funeral. But I can’t watch my dad and sister cry anymore.”
Sympathy thawed my anger a little, and I wished this girl could find peace. But if ex-Tammi passed on, there’d be no witness to Logan and Zachary’s meeting. Would the DMP then let Zachary go, or would they test him themselves?
“I’m gonna turn off the summoner now,” Megan said. “So you can leave, go visit your friends or family, or whatever you want to do.”
Ex-Tammi seemed to be in deep-thought mode, peering inward more than outward.
“Thanks a ton, Tammi.” I hoped my words and lively tone would distract her from thoughts of passing on. “Have fun doing ghost stuff.”
She extended a slim middle finger in my direction. “Glad I finally got to tell you what I think of you. Bitch.”
“Hey, guess what?” Megan asked her before I could respond. “Ridgewood is having a memorial vigil for you after school starts. You should totally come.”
“Maybe. That’s a long time from now.” The dead girl pressed herpalms to her knees, elbows splayed. “Okay, I’m ready. Turn off the glowy thing.”
“Bye, Tammi.” Megan reached through the ghost and slid her thumb under the
Ex-Tammi examined her chipped black nail polish as she told the story. “My mom and I were eating in that bar-type restaurant, where it was dark enough to see ghosts. Logan came up to Zachary there, which totally weirded him out—Zach, I mean. Anyway, then after his parents went to the gate, he ditched them to go talk to Logan.”
“Where?” Megan asked.
“That was the weird thing. They went all the way back out into the main part of the airport, past the security line. So I had to stop following them.”
Apparently there was no private place to talk in the international terminal. It explained why no one could find Zachary in time for the flight. But it must’ve made him look even more suspicious to the authorities.
“Were they talking while you were following?” I asked her.
“Yeah, but they shut up when I got close. I guess they could tell I was a post-Shifter. And Logan didn’t recognize me.” Her pierced lower lip jutted out in a pout. “I wish I’d been like Zachary and made me and my mom miss the flight.”
“Aww, it must’ve been really scary,” Megan said.
Ex-Tammi hunched her shoulders, squeezing her hands between her knees. “All I remember is a huge noise, then it was really hot, and then nothing. I guess I was one of those people who got ripped apart.” She gave Megan a nervous glance. “I heard there’s not much of us to bury.”
Megan seemed like she was about to cry again, so I spoke up. “We’re really sorry you died, Tammi. And your mom.”
She ignored me and spoke to Megan. “Is my mother a ghost, too? No one I know has seen her.”
“She didn’t come when I called her,” Megan said gently. “About the funeral plans.”
Ex-Tammi looked relieved. “I hope she’s not a ghost. It sucks. Logan made it seem so fun.”
“It wasn’t always fun for him,” I said. “Most of the time he felt pretty bitter.”
“Then why did he stay for two hundred forty-seven days?”
It creeped me out that she knew that bit of Logan Keeley trivia. “He had unfinished business.”
“Yeah, like a girlfriend who didn’t appreciate how awesome he was.”
“I appreciated him,” I said in a steady voice. “I loved him.”
“ Loved. I still love him. I’ll always love him.”
“You didn’t even know him.”
“Aura.” Megan tilted her head. “Remember Rule One?”
I gritted my teeth and cooled my temper. Rule One of being a rock star’s girlfriend: no catfights with groupies. It was beneath us, especially since Logan and Mickey weren’t the type to sleep around.
I changed the subject. “What about you, Tammi? Do you have unfinished business?”
“I thought I wanted to see my funeral. But I can’t watch my dad and sister cry anymore.”
Sympathy thawed my anger a little, and I wished this girl could find peace. But if ex-Tammi passed on, there’d be no witness to Logan and Zachary’s meeting. Would the DMP then let Zachary go, or would they test him themselves?
“I’m gonna turn off the summoner now,” Megan said. “So you can leave, go visit your friends or family, or whatever you want to do.”
Ex-Tammi seemed to be in deep-thought mode, peering inward more than outward.
“Thanks a ton, Tammi.” I hoped my words and lively tone would distract her from thoughts of passing on. “Have fun doing ghost stuff.”
She extended a slim middle finger in my direction. “Glad I finally got to tell you what I think of you. Bitch.”
“Hey, guess what?” Megan asked her before I could respond. “Ridgewood is having a memorial vigil for you after school starts. You should totally come.”
“Maybe. That’s a long time from now.” The dead girl pressed herpalms to her knees, elbows splayed. “Okay, I’m ready. Turn off the glowy thing.”
“Bye, Tammi.” Megan reached through the ghost and slid her thumb under the
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