Chapter Two
“ARE you okay?” Cheryl touched Adam on his upper arm. She’d noticed how tense he’d been during the whole car ride to their next case, a coworker of Adam’s that Cheryl had never met.
“I just can’t stop thinking about Chloe. I didn’t see anything, but when I touched the wall in her closet, I swear I felt something.” They stood next to each other on the cement front porch of their client’s house. Bushy ferns hung on hooks above them. Dark green ivy spilled over the sides of terracotta pots next to the door. “We shouldn’t have let them stay there. Maybe we should’ve told them to go away for a while.”
“You know as well as I do that no matter where they go, once an entity attaches to them, it will stay attached.” Cheryl had felt uneasy leaving them in the house, too, but knew that
