Chapter Thirteen
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Brown“Answer it then.”
“I do not know how.”
“What do you mean, you don't know how?”
“Walter did not show me.” Aurora held the metallic object at arm's-length as though it would turn on her at any moment. “Walter.” She tried speaking to the thing. “Walter, can you hear me?” There was no response until the thing buzzed again.
I snatched the metal rectangle from Aurora's outstretched hand and shook it: nothing. I tried yelling at it myself, then prodding it with my finger.
“About b****y time!” came an incorporeal, exasperated voice.
“Merryweather, is that you?”
“This is the ghost of your dead brother.”
“I don't have a brother, idiot.”
“Hmm, it was the best I could do on the spur of the moment.”
“Where are you?” I blurted.
“Oh, that's charming, that is! I risk
