Twilight: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 3

the trail and stopped, just staring into space and smacking his lips.”
“Sounds like a temporal lobe seizure.” Dean curled one leg underneath him and tilted his head, giving Bo a curious look. “What’d she do?”
“She went over to see what was happening,” Bo answered. “She said that at first she wondered if he was having a seizure, but, as she put it, he wasn’t convulsing. So she decided it wasn’t a seizure after all.”
“Idiot,” Dean huffed, looking irritated.
Bo let out a short, sharp laugh. “It gets better. She said just as she was about to speak to him, a ‘demon’ appeared from behind that big boulder, which was just behind them, and vanished into the woods.”
Cecile’s eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me? She thought that thing was a demon ?”
“Yeah, she said something about that after she attacked me.” Sam wrinkled his nose. “She said Harry called it up, and that proved he was in league with Satan.”
“By way of his presumed evil gayness.” Dean ran a hand through his hair. “That girl is totally whacked.”
“So what then?” David prodded.
Shifting in his seat, Bo pressed closer to Sam. “She said Harry mumbled something and ran after it, so she followed him. She saw the thing go into the bushes, but claims she had no idea the creature killed anyone.”
Glancing around, Sam saw his own skepticism echoed in the faces around him. “What happened after that? Did she kill Harry?”
“She says she didn’t. She says he seemed to wake from a trance. He acted very confused, like he didn’t know where he was. She accused him of calling up a demon from hell, and she said he became very frightened and ran away from her.” Bo frowned. “This is where it gets confusing. She pursued him, and she says he just fell off the edge. Lex said the police didn’t outright say Anne was lying, but Lex got the feeling they didn’t believe her.”
“It’s possible he could’ve fallen off, not realizing he was so close to the edge,” Dean mused. “If he had a temporal lobe seizure, he would’ve had a period of confusion after it ended. It could’ve been enough to make him not remember where he was, or that there was a dangerous drop-off nearby.”
Bo shrugged. “Maybe so. I doubt the police will tell Lex anything more, unless Anne’s actually charged and declared competent to stand trial.”
Sam nudged Bo’s shoulder with his own. “Why didn’t she tell Lex and Carl what happened to Harry?”
“I don’t know. Lex said Anne flatly refused to answer that question when Parsons asked her.” Bo leaned forward, his hand sliding down to Sam’s knee. “Oh yes, they’ve identified the body we found. It was a man from Indiana, visiting the mountains alone. He wasn’t registered as a guest at the Lodge, so Lex figures he must’ve been on a day hike. People do hike those trails occasionally without staying at the Lodge.”
“Damn, talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Stretching both arms above his head, David let out a huge yawn. “So, I guess that one’s about as solved as we can make it, yeah?”
“Yes.” Bo smiled. “Our amateur group will be back here any minute, are y’all ready to go over today’s work here at the Kimberley? I want to wrap it up soon. We’ll need to be up very early tomorrow, to drive back home.”
The group gathered around the table, already discussing the day’s events. Sam rose from his spot on the sofa and followed, lost in his thoughts. He hadn’t told them what he’d begun to suspect about himself and his own abilities. The manifestations of seizures in some of the primitive areas of the brain sounded unnervingly similar to the strange things he’d experienced occasionally for most of his life, but he didn’t want to share that with everyone else yet. Especially since a cure might be easily available. Bo would almost certainly pressure him to take it, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to be cured. Not when it would mean the destruction of his ability to connect with the portals, and the things on the other side.
Bo’s arm sliding around his waist startled him out of his thoughts. “Sam, are you okay? Is your hand bothering you?”
Sam smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring way. “No, it’s fine. I was just thinking.”
“About what?”
“Nothing.”
The expression in Bo’s eyes said he didn’t believe that for a second, but the arrival of their amateur ghost hunters stopped him from saying so. He gave Sam a look