Brandt had motioned for him and Bryan to do. Allison was at it again. Demons. Evil spirits. The girl needed to let off the crazy pedal. Okay, so they all had some sort of experience and, as he saw it, had time to come to grips with it before they’d come here. It wasn’t like they’d all been invited here for a picnic. Sure, it was a bit freaky. But if Allison didn’t chill, she’d soon find herself on the fast track to the funny farm. He’d hate to see that happen. Jess sat at the table a bit too stiffly. Gage offered her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. He could see Allison’s nervousness was wearing on her. In fact, the whole topic of Siler House had begun to cause a rift between the two girls. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out. Jess loved Siler House—so much so that Gage sometimes thought she and the house could use some alone time. It was the way she looked at everything, the way she studied it and touched the furniture and art.
