Dahlia shrieked. They’d had a narrow escape earlier, when the ghosterminator had whipped out his Spectrometer and started yammering on about ghosts in this very room! Mrs. Tibbs had whisked her away so fast that she’d actually left a body part or two fully behind her. By the time she’d pulled herself back together enough to check up on Wiley with her Clearsight, the bloodhound was back on the trail. And now he’d found his jackpot. “We have to stop him!” Dahlia wailed. “All my stuff is in there. You heard him describe that Aspirating business. He’ll suck it all up! I’ll never see it again.” “We should not be hanging around him to begin with,” fumed Mrs. Tibbs. “Remember our plan to lie low?” But Dahlia couldn’t leave now. She wrung her hands despairingly and hovered at the edges of the sunroom. Rank Wiley stood in front of the entrance to her cubby. He had that weird orange-and-black machine strapped to his back. In his twitching hand, the Spectrometer gave a series of sharp pings.
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