confirming an event that happened over a decade ago and pointing me towards you, I have no clue what’s supposed to happen next.”
“And how did you find me?”
“He told me everything I needed to know. Then, it was just a matter of coming here and emailing the contact address on the website. Until a month ago, I was in North Carolina, so I wanted to be close in case you decided to meet. To tell you the truth, he seemed pretty insistent I meet you.”
Jessica rolled back until she was flush against the wall, her fists on her hips. Eddie noticed another girl staring at them from the concession stand. She waved at Jessica with a look of concern. Jessica waved her off. The girl nodded, but didn’t take her eyes off them.
Again, he was impressed. Jessica knew how to cover her bases.
Without looking at him, Jessica asked, “What was my father’s favorite hockey team?”
Eddie had a feeling this would happen and was glad he had been prepared. “The Islanders.”
“What town do I go to every year?”
“Shida, though your father told me it’s not a functioning town anymore. People in the area won’t even acknowledge that Shida ever existed.”
“What would he say to me every night before putting me to bed?”
Eddie looked at her and saw the anger and distrust had been replaced by hope. This was no longer Jessica Backman, the fearless ghost hunter. This was the little girl who lost her father well before his time in an event so tragic, so beyond normal human comprehension, that it must have left scars that could never heal.
He cleared his throat, and said softly, “I love you mucho much.”
“Stay right here.”
Eddie’s jaw tensed as he watched her skate away once again, this time to join her friend at the concession stand. They talked for several minutes and he noticed she wiped her eyes with the back of her hands a few times. When she returned, the tension in her body had eased and her eyes were red rimmed.
“Okay, Eddie Home. I’ll give you one chance. I don’t think my father is running a dating service from the other side, so I can only assume he sent you to help me—not that I need any help.”
She gave him a business card and a pen.
“Write down your cell number, social security number, date and city of birth and current address. I’ll call you later in the week. If it turns out you’re just a con man, I’ll fuck you up so bad, your own mother will deny ever having had you. If you’re who and what you say you are, I’ll put you to good use.”
Eddie held the pen, too taken aback to start writing. Girls in North Carolina and San Francisco did not talk like this. “My social, really? That’s kind of an odd thing to ask for.”
Jessica glared at him. He realized it was an asinine question, considering what he had just dumped on her. He wrote down all of the information and handed the card back to her.
She skated away without another word or even a glance in his direction.
Chapter Thirteen
Selena Leigh lay across her bed, listening to her iPod. She had just downloaded a few tracks from Bruno Mars and Katy Perry and was content with doing nothing for the rest of the night. The school year had been extended because of extra snow days that had to be taken in February, but teachers had nothing left to teach. So, there was no homework to contend with. A small victory. She daydreamed about Hank Farley, her current crush and the best-looking baseball player in the county, and was in a very happy place when there was a knock at her door.
“Can I come in?” her mother asked.
“Yeah.”
Her mother was dressed in her jogging outfit and looked as if she had just done a few miles. Her skin was shiny with sweat and the hair poking out from under her baseball cap was frizzy.
“Your father wanted me to remind you that he’s picking you up after school tomorrow, so please don’t forget and take the bus. You can’t be late for your dentist
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