Free Good Will Ghost Hunting: Demon Seed [Good Will Ghost Hunting 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Tymber Dalton Page A

“Look, send someone else up, one more person. Just to make sure, someone who hasn’t been up there. We’ve got plenty of time.”
    Aidan looked at Will and shrugged, mindful of the cameras filming. “Send Kal up. Everyone else is still busy.”
    Will was also well aware of the cameras. He fought the urge to scowl. “Sure, send her up.”
    Aidan went off to the base camp to get her while Will stepped outside for a moment.
     
    * * * *
     
    “Hey, sweetie, we’ve got a job for you.” Aidan had left the film crew waiting in the lobby.
    She looked up from the banks of monitors. “What?”
    “Go up to that room on the third floor where Cab saw the shadow, where Will and I just were. Take the FLIR and a digital voice recorder, spend some time up there and see if you find anything.”
    “I’m a producer, not an investigator. I don’t have any experience doing that.”
    “Look”—Aidan pointed to the feed on the monitor—“we’ll be watching. You don’t have to have a crew there, just some B-roll shots on the way up. Humor me, please? It’ll shut Cab up and keep you away from Will, which will make him happy. Please?” He grinned. “It’ll earn you brownie points with him.” He hoped she didn’t spot that lie.
     
    * * * *
     
    Kal rolled her eyes, not bothering to call Aidan on his blatant bullpucky. “Fine, whatever. Show me what to do.” Aidan knew she was a skeptic despite her elevator experience in Miami, but she’d been tactful enough not to disparage what they did since her name graced the credits as producer. Likewise, Aidan was tactful enough not to tease her about her beliefs.
    At least they look for proof about stuff and don’t just settle for accepting things on blind faith , she thought before quickly banishing it. Geez, I’m not only a horrible daughter for wanting to escape my parents, now I’m a lousy Baptist, too.
    Aidan set her up with a two-way, a digital voice recorder, and the FLIR thermal camera. The camera crew escorted her upstairs, returning once she settled alone in the room. Will returned to sit at the monitor banks with Aidan. Aidan handed him a two-way and Will set his jaw, glowering but not lambasting Aidan because of the cameras filming them.
    “Kal, you copy?” Will asked.
    On the monitor her eyes looked ghostly in the black and white IR feed. She replied, “Yeah, what do I do?”
    “Work the whole room. Slowly sweep the FLIR from side to side, look for any thermal anomalies, keep an eye on it for anything. It’s recording, so it’ll pick it up and we can review it later. When you finish looping the room, sit down for a few minutes, listen, see if you hear anything. Keep running the digital voice recorder.”
    “Okay.”
    They watched Kal on the IR feed as she slowly circled the large room, eventually coming to the folding chair in the center where she sat and made herself comfortable. “Nothing yet, Will,” she said.
    “That’s fine. You can ask questions if you want, see if you pick up any EVPs while you’re there.”
    “Got it.”
    On the monitor they watched as her head suddenly jerked, looking to the left.
    Will’s stomach took a dangerous roll, his intuition on high alert. “What is it?” Will asked Kal.
    Kal finally shook her head. “Nothing,” she replied. “I thought I saw something, but it had to be a trick of the light.”
    Will glanced at the other monitors and did a quick head count. “There’s no one up there but you.”
     
    * * * *
     
    She settled again and they didn’t disturb her with the radio. On the monitor they watched as she cocked her head like she listened for something. Will fought a suddenly bad feeling that congealed in his gut and worked its way up his body. On the monitors he located the other investigators on the first floor, and Purs and Gery, both on the second floor and at the far end of the building from Kal’s location.
    Aidan apparently noticed Will’s discomfort. “What’s up?” he whispered.
    Will shook