Chapter 5
BELINDA BRINGS THE steam cleaner. She and Gregory carry it up the front porch steps and into Sadie’s house. They head straight for the living room.
All this in response to a single text I sent her an hour ago:
Ghost gone. You can come home.
“How did you know?” I ask, raising my voice to be heard over the rumble of the machine.
The thing throws steam into the air. Too bad Sadie’s sprites aren’t here. They’d love to dance in that.
“Did you look in the mirror anytime yesterday?” Belinda says.
Okay. She has a point. I may not be able to wear those jeans again—except on another eradication. My hair held so much plaster it needed three washings.
“I figured the house had to be worse,” she adds.
With patience and undeniable practice, Gregory sets to work on the Great Dane. Alrea
