Todd sat back and rubbed his eyes. He’d finished writing an entry in his journal and made a mental note to buy Nick a new one once they were home. The report for Jimmy took a bit longer, and he made sure to add a warning about the town in case they put out a call for help in the future. He had no idea if it would have mattered in the long run, but important information about the case had been withheld—information he and Nick should have had going in.
He turned down the oil lamp until there was barely a soft glow covering the tabletop, and glanced over at Nick. Todd had been so proud of the kid and had told him so. Nick hadn’t just been shaken or afraid when the spirit appeared. Todd had seen the stark, raw terror in Nick’s face and eyes. Chasing the fear away was trust and belief—trust an
