“Everything’s wrecked,” Jules said, still in his own world of picking through gear. “We’re going to have to replace a lot of this if we want to do any more tonight. Not to mention get a tow truck over here.”
Gary sighed. “Just pull out some of the equipment we put in the house. Those should work.”
“But what about monitoring the house?” His temper was right on the edge.
“I don’t think we have the luxury of choosing our battles right now. It’s either the house or the van.”
I tried to come up with some kind of wrap-up, some way to put all this in context or expound on some nice greeting card conclusion, but my nerves were shot.
“Well, folks. I wish I had something pithy to say, but I’m kind of at a loss to describe what’s going on here. I’ll be the first to tell you that the universe is filled with some pretty wild, unexplained phenomena. Me, for example. I’ll also be the first to say it’s still a good idea to take things with a grain of salt. But I’m all out of salt right now. Something happened here tonight at the old haunted house, but it didn’t happen in the house, and I’m not convinced it was a haunting. Whatever it was, it sure wasn’t happy. Tune in next week when, hopefully, I’ll have a little more to give you. I’ll also go back to taking calls so you can tell me about some of your own unexplained, unexplainable, experiences. Until then, this is Kitty Norville, and this has been The Midnight Hour.”
Matt was in the van, pushing buttons, working his own brand of arcane wizardry. He gave a curt nod, which meant we were done. Finally.
I pulled off my headset and threw it into the van. Then I found Ben and got clingy. I wrapped my arms around his middle and hugged him close as his arms closed over my shoulders.
“Why do I get the feeling this is going to get worse before it gets better?” he said.
“Because it usually does,” I answered. “Maybe it’s just trying to scare us.” After all, no one had been hurt. Yet. There was always a yet.
“Isn’t that enough?”
Tina walked up to us. I lifted my head from Ben’s shoulder just enough to face her.
“You going to tell us what you know?” she said. “Something’s going on here, and it has to do with you.”
What the hell. Maybe they knew something that could help explain this.
“Okay. But not on camera.”
Chapter 6
Gary called a tow truck for the van, and the Paradox PI camera crew stayed behind to clean up the equipment. Their producers would probably have conniptions over the damage when they saw it. But think of the ratings.
Not much was open this late, so we ended up at an all-night coffee shop downtown, five of us—the three from the Paradox team plus Ben and me—crammed in a corner booth, away from prying ears and eyes. None of us even thought about starting the explanations until we had steaming mugs in our hands. Tina’s hands were still shaking.
The rest of us were just doing a better job of hiding it.
I told them the condensed version of my confrontation with the Band of Tiamat, leaving out the more sensational bits. Like me being chained to a wall by a pack of lycanthropes. Even the edited version sounded crazy; but out of anyone, the professional paranormal investigators ought to be open-minded, right?
Jules stared at me. “You mean to tell us you’re being haunted by an ancient Babylonian goddess that practices human sacrifice?”
“No,” I huffed. “I’m being harassed by a cult that worships an ancient Babylonian goddess and practices lycanthropic sacrifice. I thought you of all people would be sensitive to these nuances.”
Gary said, “But you don’t know what’s doing the harassing. If they somehow found a way to summon a poltergeist, or are using some kind of astral projection, or if they’ve laid some kind of curse on you.”
My head was spinning. “This isn’t exactly my area of expertise.”
Jules turned to the team’s leader. “Gary, this is hearsay, occult nonsense. Not the subject for a proper investigation. We need to look at the evidence.”
Gary stared into his coffee cup, shaking his head. “I don’t know what to make of it.”
“I just don’t want anyone to get hurt,” I said. “And if this keeps up, someone—either me or someone close to me—is going to. I have to stop this thing.”
Tina had a gleam in her eyes and a serious set to her jaw that were at odds with her on-screen persona. “I might be able to help. I’d like to try something.”
“What?” Jules said. “Video? Infrared? We had all that at the house and didn’t catch anything.”
“No, this is different.” She was blushing a little and sounded nervous.