Chapter Eight
Surprisingly, he didn’t appear all that startled. “What makes you say that?”
“I just know.”
“How?” A pause. “Is Otto back?”
“No,” I replied, sounding a little tetchy. Did Paul really think I couldn’t have one flash of intuition without my spirit guide’s help? “This one just came to me — as things did before Otto showed up, and still do on occasion. Thank God, since it looks like Otto’s permanently relocated to the Bahamas or something.”
“So what does your intuition tell you?”
“Just that the aliens are looking for a way to control us, and it’s connected to the movies somehow. Or actually, movies and television.” I shut my eyes then, drawing myself into the dark. The interior of a car barreling down a freeway at seventy miles an hour was perhaps not the best place for p
