Chapter 11After we finished breakfast we headed back to our room to pack up. As we opened the door, both our cell phones chimed with incoming text messages. Aris wanted us to connect via FaceTime, ASAP. There was an urgency to the request that made me nervous.
The Lincoln Way living room had one additional purpose. One section had been allocated to accommodate Carol's computers. Aris wasn't much into technology, so I figured he'd be sitting at one of her monitors—with her assistance of course—and I was right.
Aris was seated at the forefront and Carol sat to his left. Behind them stood Pete Cowell, Aris's right hand man. Pete's ex-military, a high-level ghost killer (but not as powerful as Billy and me) and a bit on the imposing side. Eric was sitting in Phil's desk chair, his feet perch
