Chapter 7The next morning, bodies were again switched. Clark and I were surveying Paula’s house. The ghosts were floating nearby, the tether between us still clearly, um, tethered. Mom had made us breakfast; it sat like a heavy brick inside my gurgling belly. We’d been invited into Chaz’s home—under false pretenses, but still. Now we were burglars, breaking the law. Which was fine for me, seeing as I was dead, mostly, but Clark had to be considered, Voltan, too, since I was borrowing his body. Hence that aforementioned belly-brick.
“What is it?” he asked, pointing at my face.
As for me, I pointed at the fake rock on the ground. If you knew what you were looking at, it was obvious. “What if she has security cameras?” I asked.
He grinned. “She did.”
My head tilted to the side. “I noticed
