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alignment and picked up the empty chip bags and glasses from the coffee table.
    “What do you want to do first?” Bree asked. “Take some time to study or look up a ghost hunting expert?”
    Jenine rubbed a hand over the still-chilled part of her neck. “Let’s find the expert first. They probably won’t be able to come out for a few days, anyway.”
    “Laptop?”
    “In my bedroom.”
    Jenine got out two mugs and poured the boiling water into them while Bree fetched the computer. She made tea for herself and coffee—extra strong, no sugar and lots of milk—for Bree. Her friend had set up the laptop on the kitchen table and was opening Google by the time she brought the mugs over.
    “Is there a technical name for someone who investigates ghosts?” Bree asked, fingers poised over the keyboard.
    “If there is, I haven’t heard of it.”
    “We’ll start with ‘ghost researcher,’ then.”
    Surprisingly, the search brought up quite a few results. Bree opened the top link, which led to the blog of a researcher named Richard Holt, who lived about an hour away.
    “ Ghosts… damned or desperate? ” Bree read, scrolling down the page. “ The truth about the Mallory Haunting. Haunted Items vs. haunted locations. Hey, this could be good.”
    “Does he have a contact number?”
    “Yeah.” Bree opened the Contact Us page. “Looks like he charges an hourly fee, though.”
    “Okay, sure.” Jenine felt silly for expecting someone to help them for free. Her funds were tight, but she could probably get a loan from the bank or sell the TV she didn’t use.
    Bree had her mobile out and was dialling the number. “We’ll split it.”
    “What? Hey, no. You don’t have to—” Jenine withered under Bree’s glare.
    “We’ll split this thing fifty-fifty. That means any profits from interviews or book deals or whatever, too. Sound fair?”
    “Oh, sure, okay.” She doubted they were likely to make a profit off the camera, but the idea was tempting. She still couldn’t shake the feeling that Bree was doing her a favour, though.
    “Yes, hello?” Bree said into the phone. “Okay, great. Sorry for calling on a weekend. My friend and I have a ghost problem we’d like to talk with you about.”
    Bree put the phone on the table and pressed the speaker button just in time for Jenine to hear: “Well, that’s my specialty. Haunted item or haunted location?” Richard’s smooth voice reminded Jenine of the relationship advisor who had a segment on evening radio.
    “Item,” Bree said.
    “Good. They’re normally easier to deal with. Would you like me to make a house call, or would you prefer to visit my office?”
    They exchanged a glance. “House call would be easier, if you’re travelling by us. We’re in West Harob.”
    “I have a few clients down that way. That shouldn’t be a problem. I have Tuesday afternoon free, if that suits you?”
    Jenine whispered, “What about the floristry?”
    Bree waved her away. “Tuesday’s great.”
    “Excellent. I’ll take a few details, if you don’t mind. What’s the item, and how long has it been a problem?”
    “It’s an old Polaroid camera my friend found two days ago. The pictures all have ghost… spirit… things in them.”
    The line was silent. Jenine and Bree exchanged a glance.
    “Uh… hello? Still there?”
    “I won’t be able to help you,” the man said. The mellow tone had disappeared from his voice, which had become curt and vaguely defensive. “I recommend you destroy the camera.”
    “Wait, what? So you can’t get here on Tuesday? We can reschedule—”
    “I won’t be able to help you,” he repeated, his tone lower, colder. “The best thing you can do is break and burn the camera. Goodbye.”
    The line went dead. Jenine sat back in her chair and rubbed at her arms, feeling prickles trail up her neck.
    “What the hell?” Bree snapped, tossing her phone onto the table. It bounced but didn’t break. “What a jerk.”
    “Maybe we should