2
Lenore drove home and got ready for bed, but her decision to give her brother’s calling card haunted her for the rest of the night. What made it worse was a call at eleven o’clock, and she saw the name on the phone was that of her older brother. She cringed, picked it up and answered it. “Hey, Stan. What’s up?”
The voice on the other line wasn’t happy. “You know what’s up. Why’d you give my card to the guy who owns the Morley place?”
“Um, I was forced against my will,” she put forward.
Stan scoffed. “Nobody can make you do anything against your will, so why’d you do it?”
Lenore shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I saw it as your chance to face your fears, and earn a bucket-load of bucks. That place has to be half-eaten by termites,” she pointed out.
He sighed, and she could j
