that. First, that would mean someone else killed her, and who would want to do that? And second, what could we do about it?”
“I don’t know. ” Kelly rubbed his eyes. “She kept asking us to help her.”
“Well, unless we can find a Delorean to take us back to 1966, we’re not going to be able to do anything else.” Austin wadded their trash into a ball and neatly lofted it into the trash container.
“Let’s go talk with Wendy and maybe she can give us more information. Maybe we can help her get past it and move on to the other side . . . or deal with whatever is holding her back. Maybe all she wants is for us to tell her parents the truth. We could do that for her.” Kelly stood, and without waiting for Scott and Austin, she headed toward the truck.
“If they’re still around,” Scott pointed out.
In agreement they jumped into the stallion and within minutes they were back at Scott’s house and in his lab.
Kelly positioned herself by the mike, and they all huddled around the Spirit Radio’s speaker. The vacuum tubes glowed bright red and the speaker hummed. The familiar mix of voices, words, phrases, questions and even sounds of people singing or crying all mixed together and rose and fell in volume.
“Wendy? This is Kelly . Wendy Summers, please speak to us.”
They sat patiently for almost an hour before they could pick out Wendy’s voice from the rest. “ Kelly . . . what did . . . find out . . . me ?”
“Wendy . . . did you kill yourself?” Kelly asked bluntly.
“ I did . . . it . . . ” Her voice drifted in and out.
“Did you say you did or you didn’t ?” Kelly persisted.
They waited for another few minutes for the rest of her uncompleted message.
“Wendy, did someone kill you?” Kelly decided to get right to the point.
“ . . . help me . . . please .” Her voice was overwhelmed by the others, all clamoring for attention.
They kept trying for another half an hour, until Kelly put down the microphone in defeat.
Austin stood and stretched his cramped muscles. “We’re kind of stuck, aren’t we?” Wendy doesn’t tell us enough. Mrs. Carter doesn’t know anything more than what was reported. And the bigger issue is that even if we had all the answers, there’s nothing we could do to help her.” He walked over to the wall and pulled some darts off the board and began throwing then at the bullseye with respectable accuracy. “Got to keep my arm in shape, ya know.”
Kelly leaned her back against the wall and clasped her hands together behind her head. “If we did find out she’d been killed, how would we even go about getting the sheriff to open up a closed case from over 40 years ago? Maybe I could ask Aunt Jane.”
“You heard what she said yesterday. S he’s like two months behind with her current cases. Why would she want to take a case that happened almost five decades ago that nobody cares about but us?” Austin suggested. “By now even her parents have moved on, if they’re even still alive.”
Kelly’s expression was gloomy. She ha ted to lose, and this felt like a big loss.
“So, you guys didn’t exactly think I could pull this Spirit Radio technology off , did you?” Scott asked, seemingly out of the blue.
“ We’ve just met, so what would I know?” Kelly remarked.
“I’ve known you since . . . well, forever . . . so I was all in. I just didn’t really understand exactly what I was in for, you know?” Austin commented.
“Thanks for the vote of confidence , Kelly and Austin. I think we might have another option to help Wendy. I agree with you guys, given our age and this crazy story that we turn this old radio on and chat with a dead girl every day would be sort of hard to believe. So, as I see it, we need another way to help her.”
“Do you have an idea?” Kelly aske d hopefully.
“I don’t want to say right now . . . I have a little more work to do first. Kelly, here are
“I don’t know. ” Kelly rubbed his eyes. “She kept asking us to help her.”
“Well, unless we can find a Delorean to take us back to 1966, we’re not going to be able to do anything else.” Austin wadded their trash into a ball and neatly lofted it into the trash container.
“Let’s go talk with Wendy and maybe she can give us more information. Maybe we can help her get past it and move on to the other side . . . or deal with whatever is holding her back. Maybe all she wants is for us to tell her parents the truth. We could do that for her.” Kelly stood, and without waiting for Scott and Austin, she headed toward the truck.
“If they’re still around,” Scott pointed out.
In agreement they jumped into the stallion and within minutes they were back at Scott’s house and in his lab.
Kelly positioned herself by the mike, and they all huddled around the Spirit Radio’s speaker. The vacuum tubes glowed bright red and the speaker hummed. The familiar mix of voices, words, phrases, questions and even sounds of people singing or crying all mixed together and rose and fell in volume.
“Wendy? This is Kelly . Wendy Summers, please speak to us.”
They sat patiently for almost an hour before they could pick out Wendy’s voice from the rest. “ Kelly . . . what did . . . find out . . . me ?”
“Wendy . . . did you kill yourself?” Kelly asked bluntly.
“ I did . . . it . . . ” Her voice drifted in and out.
“Did you say you did or you didn’t ?” Kelly persisted.
They waited for another few minutes for the rest of her uncompleted message.
“Wendy, did someone kill you?” Kelly decided to get right to the point.
“ . . . help me . . . please .” Her voice was overwhelmed by the others, all clamoring for attention.
They kept trying for another half an hour, until Kelly put down the microphone in defeat.
Austin stood and stretched his cramped muscles. “We’re kind of stuck, aren’t we?” Wendy doesn’t tell us enough. Mrs. Carter doesn’t know anything more than what was reported. And the bigger issue is that even if we had all the answers, there’s nothing we could do to help her.” He walked over to the wall and pulled some darts off the board and began throwing then at the bullseye with respectable accuracy. “Got to keep my arm in shape, ya know.”
Kelly leaned her back against the wall and clasped her hands together behind her head. “If we did find out she’d been killed, how would we even go about getting the sheriff to open up a closed case from over 40 years ago? Maybe I could ask Aunt Jane.”
“You heard what she said yesterday. S he’s like two months behind with her current cases. Why would she want to take a case that happened almost five decades ago that nobody cares about but us?” Austin suggested. “By now even her parents have moved on, if they’re even still alive.”
Kelly’s expression was gloomy. She ha ted to lose, and this felt like a big loss.
“So, you guys didn’t exactly think I could pull this Spirit Radio technology off , did you?” Scott asked, seemingly out of the blue.
“ We’ve just met, so what would I know?” Kelly remarked.
“I’ve known you since . . . well, forever . . . so I was all in. I just didn’t really understand exactly what I was in for, you know?” Austin commented.
“Thanks for the vote of confidence , Kelly and Austin. I think we might have another option to help Wendy. I agree with you guys, given our age and this crazy story that we turn this old radio on and chat with a dead girl every day would be sort of hard to believe. So, as I see it, we need another way to help her.”
“Do you have an idea?” Kelly aske d hopefully.
“I don’t want to say right now . . . I have a little more work to do first. Kelly, here are
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