he was protesting too much but Kat had a way of getting right to the point and then poking it with a stick until it bled. He was too on edge to banter with her.
“Ouch, Tonto. I thought you liked me. No matter”, she shrugged. “I’ll keep your secrets. Our little non-believer over there won’t know she’s your dream girl.”
Dakota walked away, afraid his face might confirm Kat’s suspicions. Chaos really was his dream girl.
Chaos followed them into Sheila’s old faded lime green 1970s van which sat at an angle in the driveway. It always reminded him of the Scooby van.
Sheila and Kat took the front seat. He normally sat up front with Sheila but Kat beat him to it. She turned and smirked as Chaos slid onto the bench seat beside him. Their equipment took up half the seat so they were wedged together. Their thighs and shoulders touched. It felt nice touching her. Hell, it felt better than nice. He groaned inwardly and closed his eyes. He was going to kill Kat. How could he protect them from her if he couldn’t stop thinking about the things he’d like to do to her?
“Where are we going?” Chaos asked.
“To an old bakery on the east side of Boulder,” Sheila said.
The tension in the van was palpable and Dakota felt bad for her. He quickly wiped away the thought. He couldn’t afford to feel bad for her. While coyotes often symbolized helpful creatures, they were also tricksters. In Navajo mythology the Coyote was considered a god, a trickster, and an evil spirit. He couldn’t be killed.
Dakota knew without a doubt that the coyote at her feet in his dream was a bad omen - the worst kind. She couldn’t be trusted. She had to go home and the sooner the better. If she was uncomfortable with them, then maybe she’d leave sooner and no one would get hurt.
“We don't know if there are ghosts. That's why we are investigating,” Sheila said, catching Chaos’s eye in the rear view mirror. “According to the owners they have a troublemaker on the premises. Kat dug up the historical records and the bakery used to be a boarding house in the 1930s. It has held a few other businesses and residences. We couldn't find anything tragic in the building's history so it may be something like electrical problems and fervent imaginations. Though a bank robber did live there for a few years, so who knows.”
“Is it usually a client’s imagination?”
“Sometimes yes, sometimes no. There are many different things that can occur. Residual energy is quite powerful. And as you know yourself, if a spirit has matter, it can wreak havoc.”
“What do you do? How do you find out?”
Dakota noticed the genuine curiosity in her voice. It surprised him. Five minutes ago she’d been reluctant to go along. Now she was asking questions and trying to get involved. He didn’t know if that was a good sign or a bad one.
“We spend the night in the house with our recording equipment. It may take longer than one night if we don't get any activity but time will tell. All that equipment, she said thumbing over her shoulder to the back of the van, is for recording what happens when we're there.”
Chaos peered in the back. “That's a lot of recording equipment. So we're spending the night there?”
“Yep.”
“I don't have a change of clothes or anything.”
“It's okay,” Kat said. “We take shifts. Dakota can drive you to your hotel and you can grab whatever you need.”
Kat flashed a grin at Dakota. He did his best to keep his face passive. The more Kat knew she was getting to him, the harder she’d try. Merciless bitch.
“You're staying here in Boulder, right?”
“Yes. The Outlook.”
“Oh,” Sheila said. “I’d hoped you were at the Boulderado. It’s haunted, you know.”
“Everywhere I go is haunted,” Chaos muttered.
Me too, thought Dakota. Guess they had something in common.
Chapter Fourteen
My Hero
Like a frightened kid in a creepy basement, Chaos couldn’t shake the feeling that she
“Ouch, Tonto. I thought you liked me. No matter”, she shrugged. “I’ll keep your secrets. Our little non-believer over there won’t know she’s your dream girl.”
Dakota walked away, afraid his face might confirm Kat’s suspicions. Chaos really was his dream girl.
Chaos followed them into Sheila’s old faded lime green 1970s van which sat at an angle in the driveway. It always reminded him of the Scooby van.
Sheila and Kat took the front seat. He normally sat up front with Sheila but Kat beat him to it. She turned and smirked as Chaos slid onto the bench seat beside him. Their equipment took up half the seat so they were wedged together. Their thighs and shoulders touched. It felt nice touching her. Hell, it felt better than nice. He groaned inwardly and closed his eyes. He was going to kill Kat. How could he protect them from her if he couldn’t stop thinking about the things he’d like to do to her?
“Where are we going?” Chaos asked.
“To an old bakery on the east side of Boulder,” Sheila said.
The tension in the van was palpable and Dakota felt bad for her. He quickly wiped away the thought. He couldn’t afford to feel bad for her. While coyotes often symbolized helpful creatures, they were also tricksters. In Navajo mythology the Coyote was considered a god, a trickster, and an evil spirit. He couldn’t be killed.
Dakota knew without a doubt that the coyote at her feet in his dream was a bad omen - the worst kind. She couldn’t be trusted. She had to go home and the sooner the better. If she was uncomfortable with them, then maybe she’d leave sooner and no one would get hurt.
“We don't know if there are ghosts. That's why we are investigating,” Sheila said, catching Chaos’s eye in the rear view mirror. “According to the owners they have a troublemaker on the premises. Kat dug up the historical records and the bakery used to be a boarding house in the 1930s. It has held a few other businesses and residences. We couldn't find anything tragic in the building's history so it may be something like electrical problems and fervent imaginations. Though a bank robber did live there for a few years, so who knows.”
“Is it usually a client’s imagination?”
“Sometimes yes, sometimes no. There are many different things that can occur. Residual energy is quite powerful. And as you know yourself, if a spirit has matter, it can wreak havoc.”
“What do you do? How do you find out?”
Dakota noticed the genuine curiosity in her voice. It surprised him. Five minutes ago she’d been reluctant to go along. Now she was asking questions and trying to get involved. He didn’t know if that was a good sign or a bad one.
“We spend the night in the house with our recording equipment. It may take longer than one night if we don't get any activity but time will tell. All that equipment, she said thumbing over her shoulder to the back of the van, is for recording what happens when we're there.”
Chaos peered in the back. “That's a lot of recording equipment. So we're spending the night there?”
“Yep.”
“I don't have a change of clothes or anything.”
“It's okay,” Kat said. “We take shifts. Dakota can drive you to your hotel and you can grab whatever you need.”
Kat flashed a grin at Dakota. He did his best to keep his face passive. The more Kat knew she was getting to him, the harder she’d try. Merciless bitch.
“You're staying here in Boulder, right?”
“Yes. The Outlook.”
“Oh,” Sheila said. “I’d hoped you were at the Boulderado. It’s haunted, you know.”
“Everywhere I go is haunted,” Chaos muttered.
Me too, thought Dakota. Guess they had something in common.
Chapter Fourteen
My Hero
Like a frightened kid in a creepy basement, Chaos couldn’t shake the feeling that she
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