Scream in the Wind (Paranormal Peacekeepers: Book Two)

Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE

Grace

Three days and two cleansing ceremonies later, we left Galveston and made the exhausting trip back to North Vernon, Indiana, the tiny town that housed our headquarters. Well, maybe headquarters was too proper a word. Really, it was an old warehouse that Bodhi and Violet had converted into a handful of small living spaces centered around a high-tech office space.

"Home!" Bodhi exclaimed, slapping the door frame as he entered. Following his lead, we all sighed happily, dropping our equipment in the center of the room before heading off to our assigned living quarters.

I pushed through the door labeled 'G&M' and inhaled the musty, unused scent of the room Miles and I shared. It wasn't a pleasant smell, but it was familiar and would be gone by the time we showered and cranked up the AC.

"I could use a nap," Miles said, rubbing his eyes as he fluffed the pillow on his side of the bed.

I turned. "How are you tired? You slept half the way home."

"And drove the other half," he pointed out.

We had all took turns driving, we were all exhausted, but a nap would have to wait.

"Too bad. Bodhi's briefing us on our next case as soon as everyone's showered and changed."

Just as Miles was about to let his legs fall slack and fall into bed, he caught himself and slumped his shoulders.

"Damn."

Even thought he looked straight up downtrodden, I knew he was looking forward to hearing about our next case. He loved learning the history of old places, places he'd never been, and got a kick out of the way the hairs on the back of his neck prickled to life when Bodhi read about the disturbances in a stranger's home.

"Nap after?" He asked, his bottom lip jutting out in a tired excuse for a pout.

"Dinner after."

"Briefing, dinner, then nap?"

I ruffled his already crazy hedgehog hair before pecking him on the cheek. Poor guy deserved some time off.

"Deal."

The five of us gathered around the main table in our wheely chairs, munching on pizza as we waited for Bodhi to pass out copies of the report. Even though I often craved sleep and stability in my life, I loved the thrill of my job. There was no greater satisfaction than helping rid the world of evil, even when that same world would laugh in our faces if we tried to explain just what kind of darkness walked the earth.

What we did went against most people's beliefs and was often considered weird, but that was fine with us. We were weird, so it was a perfect fit.

"This one's not so bad, guys," Bodhi said as he handed us each a folder before taking a seat. "Fatherville, Missouri. Only a seven hour drive."

"Fatherville?" Mark laughed. "No wonder it's haunted, with a creeptastic name like that."

"Yeah," Bodhi agreed tiredly. "This one shouldn't last more than two days, tops. The initial complaint is that a-"

Zeke's EMF monitor at his belt started beeping. A millisecond later, the papers resting in front of Bodhi blew off the table in a flurry, flapping wildly as they soared around our heads

"What the hell?"

Mark and Miles, the only non-gifted civilians in the group, rolled away from the table as the rest of us smiled, sighed, or, in Bodhi's case, groaned.