“Erik is amused by our silence,” Mike grinned as we watched the floors pass by.
I smiled. “We’ll talk more after getting some breakfast.”
Mike laughed. “I’ll be surprised if you even manage to take a picture of the food before eating it.”
I gasped indignantly. “How dare you question my professionalism?!”
He laughed. “I think your growling stomach is in agreement with me.”
I shook my head fondly at him as the elevator doors opened to our floor. We found room 3002 and hurried inside. It had a great view of the city and the shower was definitely big enough for two.Excellent.
“Let’s just dump our stuff and find the closest bakery or café,” I suggested, placing my suitcase at the end of the big bed.
“I need to pee first,” Mike announced, all but running into the bathroom. Him and his tiny bladder. But I loved him regardless of the many bathroom breaks we would have to endure on this trip.
I found our company Mastercard, a generous thing gifted to us by Rino. I’d been surprised by how well paid we were and even more so when Rino gladly took all our expenses, even the restaurant visits. The company got paid a good chunk of money whenever a difficult ghost got dealt with and according to Rino, all the cases that he took on himself paid plenty. I’d yet to learn how they made it work with the FBI, but according to Mike it seemed they called upon mediums rather often, mostly because they couldn’t do a damn thing about hostile ghosts themselves.
Mike returned with a relieved smile on his lips. “Let’s go and see the city.”
I took his hand in mine, eager to enjoy this time we had together. “Once we’re seated somewhere, we should contact one of the cases and get started,” I said.
He sighed, “The sooner, the better, I guess.”
Chapter Eighteen
Mike
We found a cute little café with outdoor seating and got croissants, each with delicious filling inside. Dylan chose a raspberry one and I picked the pistachio one, simply because that had seemed like the most exciting one on the menu. We both ordered iced coffee to go with it, mine with vanilla syrup and whipped cream and Dylan’s with chocolate syrup and no cream.
We sighed with contentment as we sipped the coffee beans of heaven. “What case should we start on?” I asked, gingerly biting into the beautiful croissant.
Dylan looked over the email as he sipped his coffee. “One of them is a rather big one. It’s in a castle. A real fuckingcastle, Mike. That will have to wait until tomorrow at least. There’s one herewith a family where their children keep crying at night about a small woman yelling at them.”
I grimaced. “Poor kids. Let’s do that one. What’s the contact number? We better call and see if they’re available today.”
Dylan dialed the number, clearly as eager as I was to help those kids. “Hello? Yes, hi, my name is Dylan and I work for The Medium Organization. Yes, we heard. We travelled here and only just arrived in Copenhagen a few hours ago, but we were wondering if you had time for a visit today?” Dylan paused, looking thoughtful. “I’m sure we’ll be able to find it. We have a ghost guide with us.”
I suppressed a laugh while Dylan bit his bottom lip. It wasn’t as though the contact wasn’t aware of the fact we dealt with ghosts, might as well be honest about it.
“Perfect, we’ll see you in two hours’ time.” Dylan hung up and quickly typed something into his phone.
“Small kids?” Erik asked, seeming nervous and I finally got why.
“You’re afraid that you’ll scare the kids too, aren’t you?”
Erik shrugged. “I don’t really see myself as frightening, but I selfishly hope they won’t be home when we arrive.”
“If it makes you feel any better, kids often see ghosts, but it’s mostly at night after they’ve hit REM sleep. Something about their rested brain makes them more susceptible to paranormal energies, which is why a ghost yelling can wake them up. They likely don’t feel or see anything during the day.”
“That actually does help,” Erik smiled. “I overheard their conversation and the family lives a good hour’s drive from here. I would choose the train if I were you. A taxi for that journey will be brutally expensive.”
I nodded and looked at Dylan who was busy eating all the crumbs on his plate.Adorable dork. “Erik tells me it’ll take an hour’s drive, and he recommends we use the train.”
“Okay,” Dylan agreed easily. “She seemed relieved to hear from us already. It had only been two weeks since she’d called and asked for help. I fear the other cases have waited for far longer.”
I grimaced at that. Hopefully people weren’t mad at us when we did show up. I could understand why they’d be upset over the long wait, but it wasn’t as if it was our fault mediums were such a rarity.
We ate in silence, both of us content to just people-watch as we filled our stomachs with another croissant. Not that we needed it.They were just too good not to try another flavor. We were boring and just swapped this time, both of us eager to try what the other had eaten.
