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Mike
said. “We focus on the positive energies, not the negative ones. The less we
think about them, the less power they have.”
    Bradley turned away from the window and faced Mike.   “Is it weird?” he asked. “You know, being
able to see so much?”
    Mike nodded. “Yeah, it is pretty weird,” he admitted. “I
never realized how much of a war between good and evil this world really
is.   But, hey, we got the big guns on our
side.”
    “And He, the big guns,” Bradley glanced up to the ceiling, “he’s
looking out for Mary?”
    Smiling softly, Mike nodded. “Oh, yeah. He has a special place in His heart for her,” he said.
    Bradley glanced back at the window and saw Mary walking back
to the house as the bus pulled away from the curb. “Thanks. That’s good to
know.”

Chapter Ten

 
    “So, you’re a celebrity now,” Rosie said as she entered
Mary’s office later that morning with a copy of the paper in her hand.
    Mary groaned and buried her head in her arms on top of her
desk. “Don’t remind me,” she moaned. “I can’t tell you how many calls I’ve had
this morning from people who either want to hire me to find some long-lost
trinket in their home or want to chastise me for being a spawn of Satan.” She
looked up and shook her head. “Really?   A spawn of Satan?”
    “Who’s calling you that?” Stanley demanded, coming up to her
desk. “Just hand me their phone numbers and I’ll call ‘em and give ‘em
what-for.”
    Chuckling softly, Mary shook her head. “Thanks Stanley, but
you don’t need to do that,” she said. “I just wish I had thought it through
before I agreed to the article. But at least now I have another option for a
Halloween costume.”   She looked over to
Rosie. “Did you happen to notice if there were any spawn of Satan costumes at
the Halloween store?”
    Rosie smiled and shook her head. “Well, if there weren’t
there ought to be.   But if not, we can go
online and I’m sure we’ll find one there.”
    The phone rang; Mary rolled her eyes and picked it up.
“O’Reilly Investigative Agency,” she said and then listened to the caller.   Finally, she took a deep breath and
responded, “Well, I’m sure it’s been very painful.   And I believe you when you say there has
never been anyone like him in your life.   I totally understand.   But, the
way my gift works is that ghosts generally come to me
when they’re looking for some kind of resolution in their life. I don’t go
searching for them.   But, if your Frank
is ever sent in my direction, I will be sure to call you immediately.”   She paused again. “Yes, of course, no
problem.   Thank you for calling.”
    She hung up the phone and took a deep breath.
    “Her husband?” Stanley asked.
    “Her son?” Rosie asked.
    Mary shook her head. “No. Her dog,” she replied with a
twinkle in her eye. “He was a very bright poodle and she knows that he would
have left her a parting message after he passed away last year.”
    “Her poodle?” Stanley asked.
    Mary nodded.
    “ Don’t she know dogs ain’t got no unfinished business?” he asked. “They are
pretty much what you see is what you get.”
    “Well, sometimes people miss their loved ones, pets
included, so much that they want one more chance to talk with them,” Mary said.
“It’s loneliness and sorrow talking.”
    “I can understand that,” Rosie said. “And it’s kind of you
to be so nice to her, Mary.   I think I would
have lost my patience by now.”
    The door behind them opened and they all looked over to see
a tall, well-dressed businessman enter the office. Stanley and Rosie moved to
one side and nodded to the man. But he ignored them and moved quickly to Mary’s
desk. “You’re the one, right, the one from the article?” he asked abruptly.
    Mary pushed herself up to stand and nodded. “Yes, I’m Mary
O’Reilly,” she replied.   Her immediately
reaction to the man was mistrust.   There
was something about him