I couldn’t take my eyes off the seat. The leather looked smooth and raised as if no one was sitting there ten seconds ago. Why did Alistair choose to disappear before Desmond could see him? There was something fishy about him, and now my suspicions had increased.
“Cassidy!” Desmond shook my shoulder to get my attention. “Who were you talking to?”
“Huh?” I accidentally bit my tongue in confusion. Desmond would be so mad at me.
“I asked you a question, Cassidy,” said Desmond. He was deeply disappointed and prepared to admonish me for whatever I said next.
With my hands on the steering wheel, I took a deep breath and tried to arrange the situation into words that could make me look less foolish.
“Your signal for help worked. A kind spirit assisted me in getting rid of a damned object i
