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“The brain ghost?” Stone frowned as he glanced between them.

“You didn’t tell Stone our latest theory?” Natalie asked Harper.

Harper shook her head. “I didn’t want to worry him. And he’s not exactly what you’d call a true believer anyway.”

“Someone tell me now, please,” Stone said through gritted teeth.

Natalie explained they were now convinced, pretty much beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Liam’s new brain came with a ghost. One clever and evil enough to cause havoc in Harper’s life for its own amusement, effectively targeting specific victims to frame her for all the bad things that had been happening to the residents of Mudville recently.

Stone shook his head. “I never thought I’d ever say these words, but how the hell do we fight an evil brain ghost?”

“I might have already figured that out.” Liam began.

Stone glanced around, like he might see the brain ghost lurking, before he said, “This is… a lot.”

“It is a lot,” Natalie agreed. “But it’s what we’re dealing with.”

“It’s unbelievable, is what it is,” Stone said.

Harper leaned toward Natalie. “See. Non-believer.”

“I didn’t say I don’t believe it. But to think a brain could do any of that. Although, I recently discovered ghosts are real and Natalie can speak to them, so who am I to judge?” Stone glanced at Liam. “So when do we implement this idea of yours?”

“Already done,” Liam said.

“It is?” Natalie asked, whipping around to stare at Liam.

“It is.” He nodded.

“And how will we know if it worked?” Stone asked.

“We wait.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Natalie eyed the container that contained the brain.

The coated lead vessel sat innocently on the stainless-steel countertop. Right beside the lab sink and the industrial-sized pump bottle of liquid soap.

Anyone walking into Liam’s lab would never know the unobtrusive container currently was being used to imprison the brain of a vicious, vindictive spirit of a possible serial killer.

The vessel fit right in, looking like something that belonged in a research lab. But Natalie knew what it really was and just being in the room with it creeped her the hell out. To the point she felt the tingle in her spine the moment she walked through the door.

That was one reason she stayed on the other side of the lab, as far as she could from it.

“Did it, you know, put up a fight?” she asked, forcing her gaze off the container and onto something more pleasant. Liam.

His dark brows rose. “Put up a fight? The brain?”

They were battling an evil spirit and Liam was being a smart ass.

She shot him a glare that she hoped expressed exactly how she felt about that. All it did was make his dimple appear.

“No. Not the brain. The… spirit,” she whispered, afraid she might somehow awaken or summon the entity if she spoke about it too loudly.

“No, Natalie, it did not,” he replied in an incredibly loud whisper of his own.

“Do we think it’s working?” she asked, afraid to hope.