There were more questions to ask her. “Karla, do you remember when you were investigating the graveyard in Baltimore and the spirit there told you it was waiting for Ross? Did it mean me?” “I don’t know and I don’t care. I never want to hear about another ghost ever again! Here, take this!” She fished in her purse and pulled out a digital voice recorder and a USB thumb drive. The items were rudely shoved into my hands. “They don’t really understand computers.” “Where will you go?” “Far away, out west maybe. If I don’t tell you exactly where, you can’t tell them,” She said, looking more than a little frazzled. “But what if I need to get in touch with you? Or you need to talk to me?” “I won’t want to and you won’t be able to. I’m leaving now. Keep standing where you are and I’ll run you over.” Karla drove off, leaving me with some answers in hand and naturally, more questions. Climbing into the cab, I looked at the sleeve of my ruined jacket and grunted.
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