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eyes had turned an almost golden color. He was pretty sure she would beat the information out of him if he tried to keep his source a secret. Hell, she might beat him anyway. She may have been a thin girl, but every ounce of her was coiled muscle.  
    “I think I should preface my answer with a quick question. Do you know who D.D. Home was?”
    His right leg shot out and he had to grip the wall to keep from falling. If she was what she promoted herself to be on her website, it was a sure bet she knew about his great-grandfather.
    Without hesitation, she replied, “D.D. Home was the greatest mentalist and spiritualist of the nineteenth century. I once read where he literally floated out a second story window in front of a team of debunkers and floated back in the adjoining window. Just crazy stuff. He was the only one who was never discredited, even though countless people tried. What does a dead man have to do with this?”
    Eddie stopped and faced her. “Everything.”  
    He saw the light suddenly shine behind her eyes. “Wait, your last name is Home. Are you trying to tell me you’re related?”
    “A direct descendant.”
    “And you expect me to believe you have some psychic powers?”
    “I was hoping you would.”
    “Well, if you’re so psychic, you should have known that I don’t believe in them, which then proves my point. I don’t know how you did what you did. Maybe your family has special parlor tricks passed down from generation to generation. Not that I really care. It was nice meeting you.”
    Jessica pushed off and skated ahead of him with surprising speed.  
    Jesus, you’re blowing it!
    “Jessica, wait! Your father is the one who told me what to say!”
    The DJ had just started playing Sugarhill Gang’s Rapper’s Delight and cranked up the volume. There was no way she could have heard him, and even less of a chance for him to catch up to her.
    But he was wrong. She stopped on a dime and turned to him. The fire in her stare singed him from twenty feet away. Swinging her arms at her sides, she came back to his spot on the wall. Her hands were balled into fists and her mouth was pinched in a tight line.  
    “What did you say?”
    Eddie swallowed hard and stood as straight as his legs would allow. It was make or break time.  
    “I’ve spoken to your father several times over the last few months. He was the one who told me to refer to you as squeakpip in my last email and also mention how much he enjoys your visits to his death site in Alaska every year.”
    Jessica shook her head. “This isn’t possible.”
    “I know it sounds weird, because it is weird . That’s kind of my specialty. I was desperate to meet you and he wanted to help.”
    “Out of all the people in the world, why would he talk to you?”
    Eddie sighed. Great. He had her attention and she wasn’t running away or hitting him. If he was lucky, things would stay that way.
    “To be honest, I don’t know. I was at the Rhine Research Center for the past year and I took up a specialized form of meditation. I was mostly using it to clear my mind.” For now, the simplest explanation seemed best. “Then one day, he came to me out of the nothing. I could barely understand him the first couple of times we connected, but it seemed the more he reached out to me, and now me to him, the stronger our bond grew. He was the one who pointed me to your family’s experience and he’s the one who urged me to get in contact with you. Over the years, I’d heard about an incredible paranormal event in an Alaskan town that no longer exists, and to tell you the truth, always assumed what I heard from the grapevine had to be bullshit. From the little that is spoken about it, it sounds too crazy to be true, even for people crazy enough to believe in the impossible. Kind of like the Mothman phenomena—when something singular seems so outlandish, you tend to discard it. Your father changed my stance on that. But to tell you the truth, beyond