Twilight: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 3

the dining hall and try to catch the detectives.”
“Lex and Carl talked to them after they got done questioning Darren.” Crossing the room, Dean plopped onto the bottom bunk. “They told them about Anne stalking Harry, then Parsons came and got me and I told them what all Anne had said to me.”
“And what’d they say?” Sam asked.
“They thanked me and said they’d have questions for you and Bo later.” Dean shrugged. “They put Anne in the hot seat as soon as they got done grilling me, so they must’ve been paying attention.”
“Hmm.” Bo paced the tiny floor, tugging on the end of his braid. “Well, hopefully Parsons and Ramirez will be able to tell us something when we talk to them later. In the meantime, let’s get some work done. I’d like to be able to present our residual haunting theory to Lex and Carl, but I want to review the evidence first. Make sure we didn’t miss anything.”
Stretching out one leg, Sam hooked his foot under the handle of the nearby equipment bag and dragged it toward him. He reached in, removed the laptop from its protective case and thumbed it on. “Dean, hand me the camera, I’ll upload the pictures.”
“’Kay.” Dean pulled the camera from around his neck and placed it in Sam’s outstretched hand. “What about the videos? You think we have enough battery power to watch them on the view screen?”
“We have extra batteries, so I think it’ll be okay to do that.” Bo stretched, joints cracking, and sat beside Dean. “Sam, we’ll wait for you to load the pictures before we watch the videos.”
Sliding the memory card out of the camera and into the port on the side of the computer, Sam cradled the laptop carefully in his arms and stood. “Hang on, I can move over there and let the pics load while we’re watching.”
Dean’s grin was pure evil. “Yeah, the bed’s more comfortable on a sore ass anyway.”
“Shut up, Dean,” Sam advised, lowering himself to the mattress beside Bo. He set the laptop on the bed, well away from the edge. “Okay, let’s see what we have.”
    An hour later, they’d gone through all their videos and photos with a fine-toothed comb. What they saw served to cement what they’d already suspected—a residual haunting. None of the stills had captured anything but the vaguest suggestions of shapes, and the videos weren’t much better. The last one, the one taken that evening at twilight, showed only a vaporous and indistinct black mass shooting through the forest. The one taken when they’d first witnessed the killing showed only shadows. Bo speculated this was because it was filmed in daylight.
    Armed with the video camera, the three headed down to the dining hall to present their conclusions to the Bledsoes. The snow had stopped falling altogether, and the clouds were breaking to let through scattered glimmers of starlight.
    Sam drew a deep breath of icy, winter-scented air as they trudged through the snow. “You know what, I could get used to living up here.”
    Dean shot him a horrified look. “You’re kidding.” “No, I’m not. It’s beautiful here, and the air’s so clean.” Tilting his head back, Sam smiled up at the sky. “Of course, I guess I’d eventually miss showering.”
“And TV, and bars, and civilization in general,” Dean added. “Like they say, it’s a nice place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live here.”
Glancing at Bo, Sam caught his eye and smiled. “It has its benefits.”
To his delight, Bo sidled up to him, hooked a hand behind his neck and planted a kiss on his mouth. “From now on we’re getting the same benefits at home.”
“Benefits?” Dean’s eyes widened. “Oh my God, are y’all moving in together?”
“Wow, you’re good,” Sam declared, impressed. “Yes, we are. How’d you figure that out?”
“I don’t know. From the way you say it, it just sounded like ‘benefits’ equals sex on demand.” Dean shrugged. “Seemed pretty obvious to me.”
Laughing, Bo ran his fingers through Sam’s hair. “You would think that. Personally, I’m looking forward to getting back to running water and electricity.”
“And showers,” Dean said, rather wistfully.
Bo nodded, letting his hand fall from Sam’s hair. “And especially showers, yes. I could use one right now. I’m getting pretty ripe.”
Sam bumped Bo’s shoulder with his. “I like how you smell.”
“Probably because I smell like come,” Bo murmured, low enough that only Sam could hear. He flicked