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mend fences were flatly rejected by Jessica.
"No," Carey bluntly refused her hands and eyes jerking to her hip once again.
"What the fuck?"
"Something wrong?" Faith questioned.
"Sorry," Carey shook her head in response. "I keep feeling like someone is
tugging on my gun. God, I must be tired."
"No, bad!" Faith bellowed into the air. "That isn t a toy."
"Who in the hell are you talking to?" Carey demand flustered by yet another
tug at her hip.
"Willie, he s Shawn s ghost," Faith shrugged. "So how about that pizza?"
Carey laughed wildly rubbing her brow. "I don t know what I find stranger at
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this moment," she slowly began. "Sharing breathing space with you or that I
really believe that Shawn has a ghost. This entire month has been beyond
funky. Uhm, no pizza. Just because I m speaking to you doesn t mean we re
going to get all warm and fuzzy."
"Warm and fuzzy?" Faith sneered. "You really don t know a thing about me do
you?"
"And I don t want to," Carey fumed.
"Fine," Faith accepted feeling a strange tugging at her heart. "So, sit and
instead of us trying to chat and wipe out a lifetime of pain why don t you
tell me about this case Shawn wrangled you into?"
"No," Carey flatly refused.
"Why not?" Faith pushed noticing that Carey wasn t making any attempt to
leave. "You re a cop certainly you ve have had to talk to people you hate
before. If I piss you off you have a gun, you could just shoot me."
"Don t tempt me," Carey cautioned removing her jacket and making herself
comfortable on the sofa. "So, you ordering that pizza or what?"
***
"Excuse me," Carey stifled a belch after taking a swig from her beer. "That is
everything," she concluded after replaying the day s events. "Brian and the
Captain went back to the station to review the files. When I got there we
decided to set up a little stake out. The three of us huddled together in the
Captain s Wrangler and watched the building."
"I ve spent more than a few nights like that when I was reporter," Faith
smiled opening another bottle of Heineken. "So, did Maynard take his trash
out? I just love trash; it is fair game, no subpoenas, no cops getting pissed
and no violating some scum bags civil rights."
"Hey I am the cops," Carey fussed. "But you re right discarded items are
legally fair game. Maynard snuck down to the dumpster and buried a single
trash bag at the bottom. Which is why I made Brian climb into the dumpster."
"Let me guess what was inside." Faith eagerly began. "An old letterman jacket
just like Shawn described with a large, dark stain on it."
"Several medium sized stains, but you get the idea," Carey conceded. "We
bagged it, tagged it and rushed it to the lab. Brian and the Captain are going
to contact Hester s mother in the morning, we re going to try for a reverse
DNA match. It isn t as strong as a DNA match, but if the samples are good
enough it will prove that the blood belongs to someone in Sophie s family."
"That s one approach," Faith responded thinking about the blood.
"What?" Carey demanded.
"Well I was just thinking," Faith slowly began. "Moms never throw anything
out. I ll bet your mother s refrigerator is loaded with crap about you."
"What s your point?" Carey fussed.
"Nothing," Faith slyly countered. "Just I know my mom has boxes full of my
crap. School papers, doodles, baby teeth, locks of hair and stuff like that. I
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would imagine that these things mean a lot to a mother, more so if they
survived their child."
"And chock full of DNA," Carey concluded flipping open her cell phone. "Yo
Brian," she began. "It is your ever loving ex-wife. When you talk to Hester s
mother ask if she saved a lock of hair or baby teeth." She paused for a moment
as Faith busied herself with cleaning up the mess from their impromptu meal.
"Thanks for the suggestion," Carey conceded when Faith returned. "Tell me
about Whispering Pines?"
Faith blew out a sigh of relief that Carey wasn t bolting. She offered her
sister another beer and sat down beside her. "It was a freak show," Faith
began in an unsteady tone. "Shawn wasn t the original psychic assigned to the
case. Milo, who a major dufus, was but he went screaming from the house.
Everyone thought I had driven him out but I didn t. It was the kitchen. Milo s
gift is touching things and seeing the past. He made the mistake of touching
the kitchen and bolted like a fat, sweaty bunny rabbit. Chicken shit."
"What happened when Shawn arrived?" Carey pressed while peeling the label from
her beer bottle.
"Oh she loved the place all that spooky energy," Faith snickered. "Until I got
bitch slapped in the kitchen then all hell broke loose. I can still hear that
voice calling me a sinner. Freaking creepy," she added with a shiver. "We were
left alone in the house which had already been wired with cameras and sound
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