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Rock Creek ParkJUST AS I DIAL RYAN'S number another call comes through. I disconnect his call and take Lisa's. “Hello.” The traffic light turns green, and I swerve onto 17th Street N. W., with no destination just needing to drive.
“Allie, are you at the university?”
“Not anymore, I was earlier.”
“Are you okay? You sound strange.”
That's an understatement. I'm downright alarmed! “Lisa, you're not going to believe this.” What am I doing? I can't tell Lisa what happened. She'll surely think I've lost my mind.
“Believe what? Did you find the reporter's name?”
Yes, and I saw a ghost! I need to tell someone, voicing it will make it real. But I can't, not just yet. “I did.”
“So, who is he?”
“Lisa, I can't believe it!”
“Allie, what! What's happened?”
“I'm so stupid!” I screech, bangi
