I said. “I so totally need a break.” Emma and I had been scouring yearbooks, newspapers, and phone books looking for the names of photographers who had photographed Wakefield events in the past. We were focusing on school events like graduation, but the number of names increased by the minute. The list was huge. I wished we could call Gordy and Katie for research help, but Katie’s parents were freaking out over reports of the Graduation Grabber being back in town. When Gordy’s uncle offered for them to stay with his family for the weekend, Katie’s parents jumped at the chance. They picked up Gordy and Katie from school and drove straight to the beach house. I thought it might be kind of awkward for Katie, hanging out with both Gordy’s family and her parents, but she sounded excited when they told us about it over lunch. Apparently, she was planning on putting both families to work, preparing for the graduation party there the following weekend. We could have used their help with our search for the Grabber, but I guess it was for the best. It was hard to keep the secret of my psychic gift, and the fact I’m dating a werewolf, from Gordy and Katie. But there were so many sources to check, and I felt like we were running out of time.
