Nathan shrugged. “Depends on how creative he is.”
Dottie remembered fallinghardon this very floor. She just knew Chad had moved that box into her path somehow.Oh, this isn’t good.She grabbed Jason’s and Shandra’s hands. “What does he want? Maybe we can help him finish his business and then he can leave.”
“Ouch, Aunt Dottie, you’re squeezing my pitching hand.”
“Oh, sorry.”
Shandra nodded. “It’s possible. The sixties weren’t that long ago.”
“Morgaine, do you know what he wants?”
“All I know is what he already told you. He wants his apartment left vacant.”
Dottie shook her head. “That’s not going to happen. Let’s find out what that unfinished business is. Shandra, I paid you for an hour, so please continue.”
All the remaining participants held hands, Konrad had to reach a little farther to connect diagonally across the table with Gwyneth now that Nathan was gone, but fortunately he had long arms. Long, hairy arms, Dottie noted.
“You say his name is Chad?” the medium asked Morgaine.
“Yes.”
“Do you know his last name?”
“No. I never needed it just to talk to him.”
“Let’s see if we can find out more about him. Everyone close your eyes and concentrate on Chad. Try to empty your minds of fear or anger and help him feel comfortable.”
Dottie tried her hardest to comply and only a few moments later, Chad was ready to speak. Shandra took a couple of deep breaths and said in the male voice, “My name is Chad Robinson—that’s my pen name. My real name is Charles Washington. I was a journalist and reported for theBoston Chronicle.”
Dottie took over. “So, what’s your unfinished business, ifthere is any? Or are you just being a stubborn ass?”
A low laugh exited the medium’s mouth. “Yes, you could say I have some unfinished business. I was murdered. Assassinated, just as I was about to expose a conspiracy against the Kennedys.”
Dottie gasped. “President Kennedy? I thought that happened in Dallas.”
“No, Herman Kennedy.Of courseI mean President Kennedy,” he said in a snide tone. “Both Jack and Bobby. This is their home state, remember? A lot of prior meetings and planning took place here.”
Finally, Jason inserted a question. “Wow. So, you know who killed JFK?”
“Yes. Lee Harvey Oswald.”
Dottie rolled her eyes. “Oh, for God’s sake, we all know that.”
“But I was shot by the men behind the whole thing. I said it was a conspiracy, remember?”
“Are you sure?” Dottie asked.
“And how did you discover the conspiracy?” Konrad asked.
“I had a source.”
Jason piped up, “What’s his name? If we can find him, maybe we can learn who the conspirators were.”
“A good reporter never reveals his sources.”
“But I thought you wanted to know who was responsible for this? I can hire a private detective—”
Dottie jumped in. “Oh, I’ve always wanted to be a sleuth! Maybe I can go along on stake outs and pick his brain.”
