Haunter
“Nice to meet you, Fran. So many things I wanna ask you. Where is it?”
“He’s in the car.” I deliberately ignored the mocking look Brandon and Amy traded.
“Oh, he, sorry.” Brett looked like a boy asking to open his Christmas presents. “Well?”
“D’you think we can turn off the lights for a while, so I can bring him out of the car?”
“Sure, sure!” Brett grabbed the handy hanging from his belt, said a few words and the whole campus was left in the dark.
“Whoa!” Isaac cried. “Wait, Fran! Let me set the IR!”
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