“Yeah, Freddie patented it and is working with a company to mass produce. It’s got a load of orders already,” Jack said, sounding proud of this unknown Freddie.
“And that?” I asked.
“This is a more intricate Rem pod. Often, they only have the red and green lights. This has amber and blue too. No is red, yes is green, yellow means uncertainty, and blue implies maybe. Instead of a squeal like usual, they actually say the words.” Jack demonstrated. Upon pressing the buttons, the antenna gave its usual shriek, and an electronic voice spoke.
“Gizmo will like that,” I replied, and Jack grinned.
“It’s cool. And then we have this.” Jack held out what looked like a child’s etch-a-sketch. I frowned to see if he was joking with me.
“I’ll bite. What is it?”
“Freddie calls it Spirit Draw. Basically, it works like the Rem Pods and the Ovilus, but instead of words, it lets the ghost draw. It’s new, but this is a great place to test it,” Jack explained.
Now I want one. I’d no doubt that there was greed on my face.
“What’s that Lucky has?” Jack asked.
“That’s what he calls an energy bomb. It’s going on the market next week. We know spirits steal energy from batteries and from the living. This is a bomb, a highly charged electronic device that emits a steady burst of power every so often. You can set the time when you want the waves to release. We’ve been testing it for a year, and because it’s made of iron, ghosts seem to want to avoid it and not drain it,” I explained.
“Really?” Callie asked, coming over and peering at the can-shaped bomb.
“Yes, there’s long been rumours that ghosts avoid iron; we’ve not found that to be true, but when making this, Gizmo put in salt and holy water. It seems to stop them stealing the energy all at once,” I explained.
“Freddie would love this. As would Phil; he’s constantly complaining about camera drain,” she said.
“We need to get Freddie and Gizmo together. Can you imagine what they’d come up with?” Michelle said with a wicked grin.
Callie shook her head. “Freddie’s a genius, but a lunatic with it.”
“She’d get on great with Gizmo as he’s the same,” Reaver said, approaching. “The club is riding. Once they arrive, Lucky and I will go fetch our shit and.”
“Okay, when you come back, I’ll fetch my stuff.” I turned to Callie, a little awkwardly. “Please tell me the room prices, my guys.”
The cost of this would have a massive impact on our budget, but I had to make the offer. Callie waved an airy hand.
“Don’t worry. This expense will be covered. We’ll explore a bit while you guys get sorted. I’ve cancelled the other hotel, and Sunny’s gone to fetch our cases. Luckily, we hadn’t unpacked and dumped everything into one room,” Callie said.
“I don’t like…”
“Ghost Seekers Inc. is paying, Haunt; it’s not an issue,” Callie assured me. As embarrassing as it was, relief hit because this cost would have impacted our ability to help people. I took the win and nodded in gratitude. I can only imagine the freedom of not worrying about money and travelling wherever needed.
Callie
I sensed Haunt’s awkwardness before he even spoke. An idea was forming, but it was too early to make an informed decision. Sunny and I had taken the Elizabethan room. A stunning, beautifully decorated room in tune with its name. Michelle had headed for room two—James—and seemed content to stay there. Jack’s perverse choice led him to Moreton, room three, where one customer suffered a kick to his spine.
I guessed the Spirit Chasers would spread out amongst the remaining rooms. They seemed pretty decent, but I knew Sunny was on guard. A strange MC was around our baby and me. That was natural, especially after what Sunny had been through.
I was actually intrigued by the Spirit Chasers. Paranormal investigation wouldn’t usually happen within an MC, let alone become their livelihood. I wondered how they’d fallen into thisand made a mental note to ask. Sunny was a rarity back home, but a whole MC, yeah, totally unheard of. These men were special, and I wondered if they realised that.
Haunt
“Haunt!” Callie called as I bossed the guys into some semblance of organisation. We were setting up equipment, and everyone was everywhere.
“Yo!” I replied and ducked a trunk that Lich was carrying. I offered a dark glare, and he grinned.
“I’ve got some equipment coming. We hired some extra cameras and stuff. Did you know there’s a ghost hunting shop right up the street?” Callie said.
“Yeah. We got some of our gear from it. I’m a bit surprised he’s renting stuff out. The bloke’s a notorious skinflint.”
