I was pretty sure the evening had effectively killed any ability to ever sleep again. Once I was home, I kicked off my shoes, poured a stiff shot of whiskey, sat on the couch, and leaned my head back. I was exhausted, but I couldn"t stop thinking about everything they"d told me. I didn"t have any problem believing that Vokkel was crazy…that was an easy one. But talking to ghosts? I laughed out loud…why couldn"t it be possible? After all, up until six weeks ago I would never have believed I could see them, either. I wondered if Justine could see them too. She said Billy could transfer her ability by touch. I thought perhaps she must have. Why else would she believe all this if it hadn"t been proven to her? I had so many questions swirling around in my head at such a frantic pace that it act
