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amazing surroundings.
    “How’s your room?” I ask, dropping down next to Patrick on the couch.
    He gives me the boy shrug, not even taking his fingers off the phone screen where he’s making a baby dragon fly as far from its mother as possible.
    Boys.
    “So, you’re, like, rooming with Jason?”
    “Oliver has the other penthouse for us.  I’ll take a couch or something.  I’m not worried.”  Then he pauses his game and looks up at me.  “Don’t worry, Kendall.  We won’t be swapping gossib about your or who treats you better.”
    I gulp down the knot of emotion in my throat.  There’s a knock on the main penthouse door.  Jayne bolts up to answer it, and I hear her squeal.
    “I can’t believe I’m meeting you!” she gets out in a high pitch.
    “Where are my guests?” I hear, and know that Oliver has arrived.
    Oliver Bates, the star of TV’s Ethereal Evidence , strides into the room, waving at us.  He looks exactly like he does on my plasma and the same as when I spent my spring break in California with him.
    Jessica and Maddie both hug Oliver and the guys stand to shake hands with him.  Oliver’s not very tall, quite thin, and has a thick head of black hair to match his bushy mustache.  That `stash is the source of his psychic “powers,” meaning that whenever it begins to irritate, itch, or otherwise twitch, he’s in the presence of something paranormal.  I notice that as soon as he enters our presence, his hand goes straight to the edge of his facial hair and he begins to stroke it.
    What is he picking up?
    He turns to Christian and shakes his hand.  Something seems odd between the two of them, almost as though Oliver is in awe of this kid.  I roll my eyes in spite of myself.
    “And there’s Kendall,” Oliver calls out.  “Staying out of trouble?” He grins as he moves toward me, and I accept a hug from his outstretched arms.
    “Now what fun would that be?”
    Oliver rubs me on the head, totally messing up my freshly-brushed do.  I introduce him to the rest of the gang from Radisson, all of whom seem a bit star-struck by him.
    Oliver places his hands together, pressing fingertips to fingertips.  “Look, kids, this is going to be an amazing summer.  As you see, we’ll have top-notch accommodations.  I promise to feed you well, and you’ll get time to be tourists and see these fabulous European cities.  However, we also have a lot of work to do.  People who need our help.  Spirits who are lost and causing trouble.  You all know what at stake.”
    Everyone in the suite nods, even Jason.
    “I want you all to get comfortable, put your walking shoes on, and come with me to see London.  Our bus is going to take us around the city, and then I’ve got us a lunch reservation.  You have to try some incredible British cuisine.”
    “Fish and chips and hot beer?” Celia mutters.
    I knock her with my elbow and frown.
    Taylor whispers.  “London is one of the upcoming cities for haute cuisine that infuses so many different cultures.”
    I giggle.  “Thanks for that Food Network update, Paula Dean.”
    Taylor turns deep crimson and we all laugh together.  I love that my girls are here with me.  While I love Maddie and Jessica, they have abilities like me, which allow them to see the world differently.  Having Taylor and Celia here, though, puts things into perspective, grounds me, and reminds me that, deep down, past the psychic abilities and ghost hunting, I’m still just… me ..
    That’s me in a nutshell.
     *~*~*
    We spend the next couple of hours being out-and-out tourists in London.  The double-decker charter bus came back to take us to all of the sites in the city.  I stash away worries of Jason Tillson being on the trip with his puppy dog, lovelorn looks he keeps tossing my way.  And I nix any worries over the exact agenda of this Christian Campbell person.  Instead, I’m just Kendall, American visitor enjoying my summer vacation.  I sit on the top deck