“Oh yes. Sven and I were partners, but this one ghost took things too far.”
“Killed us, you mean,” Sven grunted.
“Yes,” Berlina replied solemnly. “He left right after. He likely knew we wouldn’t treat him well after killing us.”
I had no idea how mediums worked once they were dead, since it was rare we remained here once dead. It seemed pointless when we all knew how boring the ghosts found it even after only a few years. “You can still remove ghosts from locations? Even in death?”
“Sure, we just have to touch them,” Berlina replied easily. “That’s why we’ve stayed for this long. We still help out those who have trouble passing on. Just from one location only.”
“I haven’t thought about that,” I admitted. “You must have at least one ghost a year from people who die in this building.”
“More than that,” Sven said. “We have around sixty-four people living here within our reach, many of them doctors.” Understanding dawned on me. Every patient the doctors had worked on who’d died with their hands on them… “Yes, you get it now. The hospital is ten minutes away. This location is ideal for hospital employees.”
“But the ghosts that are stuck to people are always more hesitant to move on,” I argued. I knew this from experience. I might’ve only worked as a medium for two years, but I knew those ghosts felt more alive since they still got around with their person. Unlike the ghosts stuck to locations.
“That’s true, and many are still here. But when they’re ready, we can help them,” Berlina replied. It was harder for the ghosts stuck to a person to move into the afterlife to get reborn. With their person so often on the move, they tended to have trouble leaving when they weren’t always standing still.
“I’m glad to know the ghosts in this building have your help,” I said, smiling at them both. Just then the door opened and a beaming Jackson walked inside carrying bags of takeout.
“Hope you’re hungry.”
Chapter 8
Jackson
Pete’s whole face lit up with happiness as I walked through the door. It was either because of me, or the food, but I liked to believe it was all me. God, he was so adorable, and so damn easy to please.
“I am,” Pete replied, smiling even bigger when he saw what I’d bought for him. “There’s so much food. Is this just for us?”
I nodded. “I had no idea what you liked so I bought a little of everything.”
He laughed. “You could’ve called and asked.”
“Oh.” I hadn’t even thought about that. “I guess I could’ve. But then we wouldn’t have had this much delicious food.”
He chuckled. “True. Let me know how much I owe you.”
I frowned. “This is all on me, Pete.”
He looked at me confused. “But I’m staying here for a week. Surely, I’ll help pay for the food I eat.”
I hadn’t really thought about this. Maybe now would be a great time to tell him I wasn’t exactly poor anymore. I still had to tell Mike about it too. He knew my father had passed, but not how much I’d inherited.
“I see you as my guest. And after my father passed, I got a decent chunk of money. It won’t hurt me financially to pay for your food for a week, Pete.”
That only made him frown again. “But paying isn’t a problem for me either. I make good money myself.”
I guess now was the perfect time to ask. “What is it you do for a living?”
He blushed, then stood and walked into my room. He came out holding his leather shorts and pulled out what appeared to be some kind of card. He handed it to me.
“FBI?” I asked, raising a brow. He nodded, biting his lip. He was either embarrassed, or lying to me. I would rather him pranking me and us having a laugh over it, than this being his actual job andme thinking he wasn’t good enough for it. No way in hell would I accidentally hurt his feelings. “Cool. What do you do for them?”
He blinked, seemingly surprised I’d believed him. The card did look genuine enough, but I’d never seen an actual identification card from the FBI before. I thought they had badges, but who was I to question him.
“I can’t tell you exactly what I do, but it involves investigations.” It sounded cool as hell. Damn, I hoped he was telling the truth.
“Is it a dangerous job?” I found myself asking, my chest tightening. I didn’t like the thought of him being in danger.
