Over the past couple of days, he appreciated the fact that his job in the health food store required very little thought and was full of enough mindless routine that he could lose himself in its repetition. He checked the display. Jessica Backman. After spending so much time and energy trying to find her, his reticence at answering her call was hard for him to reconcile. The events at the McCammon house had exhausted him beyond words. The entity in their house, Edwin Esposito, had scared him, too. Finding spirits had always been as easy for him as going next door to talk to a neighbor. He had never encountered the power and rage that emanated from the faux-poltergeist. It turned out that angry Edwin had lived in the previous house that had been on the property in the early part of the 20th century. He had died in the basement while shoveling coal on a frigid winter night. Heart attack. Nothing extraordinary. Eddie still marveled at how much he could learn through sustained contact with a spirit, or as Jessica had taught him, EB. True to the partial theory on poltergeists, it was the combined life energies of the McCammon girls that woke his spirit from its slumber.
