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was getting fed up. Not with the office workers - but with me. "How about I wait here?" she asked, pointing to the fountain. "Just stay with me. I won't appear to be such a crackpot you're by my side," I begged her. We got in the elevator and made our way floor by floor, office by office. "Did a couple come in here last evening dressed like me?" I'd ask, and each receptionist would gawk at me and respond similarly, "No. I think I'd remember." The last office was Berkley Realtors. "I'm tired. Please, let's go home " Becky pleaded. "But we only have one more to go " "I'm leaving," Becky said, exhausted. My feet hurt, too. And who knew, maybe one of these receptionists we spoke with wasn't working yesterday. "All right," I said, guiding my weary friend into the elevator. "Enough parent hunting for today�" "Tomorrow," Becky said as the elevator doors closed, "you can take the bus." 9
    Guess who my dad and I saw last night when we were out to dinner at Brios?" Trevor asked me the following day before class as I opened my locker. "A cheerleader? A shopgirl? Or a teacher? You'll have to narrow it down. I can't keep up with who you are dating." "The Sterling ghosts." "No way." I dropped my backpack and faced him squarely. "You saw who?" "Mr. and Mrs. Death. You'd better tell those morbid mannequins to go back to the dungeon they crawled out of. I was so repulsed I lost my appetite." "Funny, you have the same effect on me." "They're even freakier than you are. Are you sure you aren't their spawn, too?" "What did they do? Who were they with?" I asked. "Haven't you met them yet?" Trevor seemed as surprised as I had been. "Of course. Several times." I picked up my backpack and began shoving textbooks into my locker. "You haven't, have you? I guess I'm not the only one who thinks you are weird. Alexander does, too." His comments were like a stake in my heart. "They met someone," he continued. "Mr. Berkley came over to their table. I thought he might faint, but he didn't. "Mr. Berkley of Berkley Realtors?" I then realized that his was the last suite in the Emerson building left to investigate. "Rumor Is that they want to buy the cemetery and move in." I was fuming. Trevor had seen the Sterlings before I had. Plus, I was angered that he was ridiculing Alexander's mother and father. "Maybe they want to buy your house and use your room for landfill," I countered. My mind raced as to how the Sterlings were acquainted with Mr. Berkley. Was he who they really saw at the Emerson building? Were they planning on buying Jameson his own place now that they were home? I'm sure there was a plausible explanation for their encounter. "Could you hear what they said?" I inquired. Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) "I think it was 'Can I borrow your blood?' How do I know what they said? So� when are we going to start our essays?" When I see my boyfriend's parents, I wanted to say. Instead I slammed my locker shut and stormed off.
    I'd been kept in the dark long enough. Everyone in town seemed to have a Sterling parental unit sighting but me. I was going to make sure that all that changed. If the Sterlings weren't coming to me, I resolved, I'd go to them. As the sun set, I took my RBI (Raven Bureau of Investigation) accessories: small backpack, flashlight, and compact mirror. Garlic powder was not necessary and in this case would repel instead of attract the objects of my investigation. It wasn't the first time I'd snuck onto the Mansion's property. I knew the lawn and grounds better than I knew my own backyard. Still, there was one thing I hadn't counted on: The wrought-iron gate was locked. Alexander had been leaving it open, for my easy entrance. More had changed than I thought. I was going to have to scale the fence. I reached and tugged and climbed my way up to the top like I was on a Mount Everest expedition. I guess sleeping in the coffin for all those weeks during the day didn't do anything