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work. I…just
couldn't go in after what happened last night." She crosses her
arms over her chest.
    "Have you called anyone?"
    "Well yeah. I've been trying to call Daniel,
but he's not answering his phone. I've left like, a million
messages. Did he show up this morning and talk with the sketch
artist?"
    "Miss Black—"
    "You know I called there and no one would tell
me anything."
    "Miss Black—"
    "Is that why you're here? Did something else
happen?"
    Pellis holds up her hands. "Miss Black…please.
Sit down."
    Caroline looks scared as she sits on one of
the sofas. I move to the window. It overlooks the city. Much of it
is covered in clouds. The drizzling rain runs down the glass in
rivulets. "What…what's wrong?" She asks.
    "Hernandez asked me to watch you." She
swallows. "They found Mr. Grant's car on the interstate this
morning. He was on 85 north, heading out of town."
    "What? Was he in it? Where is he?" Caroline
stands and I turn from the window to watch her reaction. My heart
soars at her concern. I was, for a time, not a ghost to
her.
    "Please, sit back down." When Caroline sits,
Pellis continues. "The car was found abandoned. Hernandez is at the
apartment Mr. Grant lived in. But so far, no one's seen
him."
    Caroline stares at her. "He…he's
missing?"
    "I'm afraid so." Pellis sits on the opposite
sofa. "Miss Black…did you know your father was talking to lawyers
last night?"
    "They were here when…when Dan and I got here."
Her voice cracks and her resolve breaks. She puts her hands to her
face as she cries. "Oh God…where is Daniel? Where was he
going?"
    "He called Hernandez last night. It was after
midnight. And he said…he was worried about you. He said you and he
were both in danger."
    "From what? The attacker? Oh God," she says as
she reaches out to Pellis. "Do you think the attacker found him?
Tracked him down?"
    "We're not sure." Pellis licks her
lips as I move around the sofa. I watch the two of them as I try to
remember where I woke. I don't know if that's where my body is… I'm
still coming to grips with not being in my body.
    Of being a real ghost.
    I regret not watching more ghost
movies, or reading more on the subject. I use the word to describe
my living invisibility, never realizing it was a very real
condition.
    "What do you know?"
    Caroline's voice brings my attention back to
now. I want to be found. I need to be found. I need to…
    Stop the man in the Mercedes from hurting
her.
    Pellis moves her hands over her thighs. I
start thinking it's a nervous habit. "Miss Black…do any of your
father's friends drive a Mercedes? A black one?"
    "Uh well, yeah. My mom does and dad's PA
does."
    "PA? Personal assistant?"
    "Mr. Jones. That's the only name I've ever
called him."
    "Was he here last night? With your
dad?"
    I watch Caroline start to answer. She stops
and frowns. "No he wasn't. Which is strange since he's always with
my dad, especially with everyone else here last night."
    "Did he ever join in?"
    "No..no. Everyone left not long after Dan
left." Tears came again. "Detective, you've got to find him. He's a
good guy. Do you know how rare that is?"
    Rare? I form the word on my lips. A surge of
emotion overwhelms me. I touch Caroline's shoulder—
    She jumps and nearly comes off the
couch.
    "What's wrong?" Pellis asks.
    "I just…it felt like someone touched me. On my
shoulder. Daniel kept touching my shoulder last night. I thought it
was his way of checking on me, making sure I was all
right."
    She feels me.
    She feels my touch!
    I try again.
    My hand passes through. This time she rubs her
shoulder as if experiencing a chill. I look at my hand and wonder
what made the difference. Was it the emotional connection? I look
for something else to touch because I don't want to make her
uncomfortable. There is an envelope on the coffee table. The
address is to occupant. I try to remember the emotion I felt when I
touched Caroline. I felt…sad. Sad because she believed I was a rare
person. I was sad because