The Eliminators
“Impossible…” I breathed.
The rapid beating of my heart eclipsed the incessant growl of big city traffic coming from the street below the office window.
It — the spectral figure — levitated a meter above the scored and heavily traveled hardwood floor of our cramped, dusty office.
We’re located in a two-story walk up, near the corner of Main and Hastings Streets on the east side of Vancouver. Harry and I have operated our PI business from the 50-year-old-plus office building for the past five years. I sometimes forget five years has passed since we’d opened The Eliminators Paranormal Investigative Service together as partners. Most people called us The Eliminators for short. (I certainly prefer this over the unflattering E-PIS our detractors call us.)
The truth was we
