“A lot.”
“We have plenty of activity. I think the spirits were upset about her changing the house. They didn’t understand why she was doing it, or what was happening next. For the most part. The Sspirits here seem pretty happy,” Sacha says.
“I agree.”
“How do you think we can fix it?” Fel asks.
“I think if we get a medium in here to let them know they’re welcome to stay as long as they behave, and explain the changes being made, the activity will stop. We need to monitor the rest of the home to make sure there are no negative spirits, but I think the ones here protect this space. They seemed very possessive over the house.”
The rest of the night proves to be dull. We have a few more EVP’s, but they seem to be on their best behavior. We’ll have to review the footage carefully, but I think this is an easy fix.
I frown when my phone rings at three-thirty.
“Hello?”
“I heard you and your undead family are in some trouble, friend.”
“Hal?” I say, peering at the unlisted number.
“The one and only.”
“Yeah, we have a pest problem we’re working on having exterminated.”
“I think I might be able to help you with that.”
I sit up straight. “What do you know?”
“I’m having a drink at Sweet Tooth, and there are some new faces I don’t recognize who seem to be on the all you can eat plan.”
Sweet Tooth is a vampire run establishment where locals can come to get a drink and mingle without fear of discovery.
“They’re running up a tab like rock stars. I know the scent and the smell of the new.”
“And their sire?”
“Nowhere to be seen. But they are with a witch.”
“Shit. Okay, thanks for the tip.”
“You’ll excuse me if I don’t stick around for the fireworks.” The silence is infuriating and amusing at the same time. She’s got a thing for the cloak and dagger bit. I dial Cristobal.
“Hello, dove? How’s ghost hunting.”
“Eventful. I just got a tip. There are s
ome interesting baby vamps over at Sweet Tooth … with a witch.”
“Do you think it might be them?” The mirth melts away from his voice.
“I think we can’t afford to not investigate.” I hear Luz’s laughter ring out in the background along with Larkin’s quieter murmur.
“It’s probably trap.”
“I’m sure it is. I’ll take Luz, Larkin, and scout.”
“I want to go.”
“No.” His stern voice holds no give.