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victim is cured, the victim doesn't have any memory of being sick, and no one else would remember they'd been sick either. This is just the way it is…we don't know why, we just know that once we kill the ghost that's haunting them, they're cured, like nothing ever happened. Billy explained it to me like this: “
You know when a friend or acquaintance shows up with a new haircut and you're not sure why, but you know there's something different about them, you just can't pinpoint it? It's kind of like that. Their friends and family know something's different, but they don't know what, they just know the person is better for it.
” However, if a person is possessed by a demon and a ghost killer is lucky enough to intervene, the person not only doesn't remember, but they're very suggestible to other explanations because their brains were temporarily scrambled by the demon's presence.
    I sighed and started to get up, only to fall back on the couch as my head swam and my vision blurred. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to move as quickly as she'd like. Billy came over and held out her hand, “Come on, George, suck it up, we gotta get out of here.” I took her hand and managed to stand, but I was still wobbly.
    She led me to the end of the hallway and opened the stairwell door. “Really Billy, stairs…?” I said weakly. She scowled, put her arm around my waist, and walked me one flight down. The door at the bottom opened onto another hallway. At one end was the main lobby, at the other, a side exit that would take us to the parking lot. Billy looked toward the lobby; Pete was standing in view, but away from several sheriff's deputies. He casually walked in our direction. Billy ushered me into an alcove containing an ice and soda machine, out of sight of the lobby.
    A minute later, Pete ducked into the alcove, took one look at me, and blew out a long whistle. “Please tell me it was an old one that did that to you.”
    I said, careful of my lacerated lips, “Redcoat.”
    Pete's eyebrows shot up, “Really? Never come across one of those before.”
    “How's it going out there?” Billy asked.
    “Fine, I guess. So far they seem to be buying my story.” He didn't look all that convinced.
    “Do we know who the kid was?” I asked. Something about him, besides his murderous actions, was bugging me. I just couldn't grasp why at the moment.
    “Not a clue, but one of my guys saw him leave in a blue four-door…he thought it was a VW. He isn't a hundred-percent sure, but he did get a partial plate. Aris is trying to track it now. So don't go far, we may need you two to help catch this little shit,” Pete said viciously.
    “I'm not all that sure I have it in me tonight.” I turned to Billy. “Where are we headed, back to the city?”
    “There's a motel about a mile down the road…get a room. I'll call you when Aris gets back to me,” Pete said as he grabbed us by the shoulders and shoved us toward the exit.
    Billy and I headed to the guest parking lot where her Mustang GT was parked. She didn't go out the main driveway though; if the sheriff saw us leaving, we'd be detained. She used the service road instead, and within thirty minutes we were huddled in a two star motel room with two double beds, the strong smell of disinfectant, and an ancient TV, tuned to the local news channel, which was already reporting
our
version of the evening's events.

Chapter 5
    Ghost killing takes copious amounts of energy, and apparently Billy had used all of hers, so she left me on one of the lumpy beds and went in search of food. I tried to follow the news, but ended up dosing off instead. I woke to the sound of Billy shaking the ice around in her soda cup and slurping loudly through the straw.
    “Did you get me anything?” I said, and rolled over to face her. She was sitting Indian style on the other bed, a mostly empty take-out container in front of her and the offending soda cup still in her hand. Without a word, she pointed to a