Mina and I were only about five feet from where Alona and I had seen Mrs. Ruiz materialize before. Only this time, instead of facing her, we would be behind her. If she showed up. It felt as if I’d spent days waiting on this ghost already.
Mina’s mysterious boxes were back in place, surrounding the exact spot, or close, to where Mrs. Ruiz would appear, the cords trailing directly back to our hiding place and the portable generator, which Mina would leave off until the last second. We were counting on the shadows to hide them well enough until it was time for them to do whatever it was they did. Plus, none of the officers on duty seemed all that interested in the surrounding yard, just keeping people out of and away from the house.
“So, how did you even know about this? About Mrs. Ruiz, I mean?” I whispered to Mina. As long as we kept it down, the officers couldn’t hear us all the way at the front, especially over the radios and their own bored gossip. By now, we’d heard enough to learn they figured what had happened earlier was, most likely, a combination of a wild animal trapped in the house and Dopey/Ralph’s nerves.
She shrugged, her shoulder rubbing against mine with the movement, and her hair brushing the side of my face. She smelled spicy, like cinnamon and tea or something. Not a bad scent, just different. “Someone on the Decatur Governance and Development Committee called us. Wanted a sweep before the house was destroyed to prevent any future issues. Leadership thought it would be a good opportunity for me to finish up my training.” I could hear the sarcasm in her voice in that last part, but I wasn’t sure why.
According to what Mina had told me in the car on the way over here, “Leadership” was the ruling body for the Order of the Guardians, a cross between a secret society and a small business, made up entirely of people like us. I’d never even heard of them before, though, and believe me when I say I’ve done my share of Googling on this topic. In that way, they were more secret society than business, I guess. This thing with Mrs. Ruiz was part of Mina’s initiation into full membership. Or full-time work, depending on how you looked at it.
“We do this kind of thing all the time. Clean up after something bad happens in a location, sweep a house before someone new moves in.” She shrugged. “Most of the time it’s not a green-level, though.”
They ranked spirits based on an estimation of their potential to do harm to humans. Like Mrs. Ruiz’s ability to slam doors shut. If she could do that, it wouldn’t have taken much more to shove someone down the stairs. And based on the history of the house, it seemed she might well have done that, probably more than once.
I couldn’t quite resolve this new information with what I believed — to maintain a presence here, a spirit had to focus on the positive rather than the negative. But if that were true without exception, Mrs. Ruiz would have been gone years ago.
Apparently, the system wasn’t quite as simple as I’d always assumed it to be. The principle held true, yes, but additional factors figured in, like initial energy level, something I’d never considered. It made sense, though, or else there would be no angry and vengeful ghosts, and I’d met plenty of those over the years.
Evidently, there were also different classifications for the variety of spirits who hung around. Some had no idea that they were dead and frequently relived moments leading up to their own demise. Others, like Alona and Mrs. Ruiz, were fully aware that they were gone…and in Mrs. Ruiz’s case, less than happy about it.
I hadn’t managed to get a complete breakdown from Mina, but I knew that, on a scale, green-levels were closer to the top than the bottom. Hence why she’d been sent here to prove herself.
Knowing that now, I was maybe a little uncomfortable with my role in this test. I was, essentially, helping Mina cheat. Aside from the ethics of it, which I didn’t particularly care for, I was also kind of worried that if she “passed,” she might end up in a situation she couldn’t see well enough to handle on her own.
Trying to bring that up, though, had proven dangerous. She’d said nothing, but glared at me and refused to speak to me, other than to issue more threats if I backed out.
Okay, so I’d learned that lesson. Whatever she gained by full membership, Mina thought it was worth the risk. “How do people even know to ask you guys?” I asked now.
She shrugged. “The people who need to know know. We have a network of contacts among the clergy in all the major religions; state, local, and federal government; hospitals; funeral homes; even some police and fire departments. I think they’ve even got somebody on one of those paranormal investigation shows.”
“Really?”
She snorted. “Just in case one of the ‘investigators’ actually stumbles into something real, I think.”
“And you box all of them? All the ghosts, I mean.”
She looked at me pityingly. “We’ve been over this. They’re not souls. Souls can’t be measured or captured. They’re shadows, energy echoes, imitations. Whatever.”
I wasn’t so sure. I understood her point, to an extent. Souls don’t register on an electromagnetic scale. But that didn’t mean they weren’t more than the mindless echoes she was implying.
“If they don’t bother the living, we don’t bother them,” she said. “There are too many of them anyway.”
Like they were ants or some other kind of household pest.
“But”—she elbowed me—“we serve the living, not the dead. Remember that.”
That certainly explained her attitude toward Alona. I mean, the part that went beyond the attitude almost everyone had toward Alona. She wasn’t always easy to like. But that didn’t mean I was willing to relegate her to being some kind of…nonentity.
Doubt must have shown on my face. “Let me guess. You got into this to help the poor dead people make peace with their unfinished business.” Mina sounded amused.
“You don’t do that?” I was guessing not. I’d described the white light to her, and she’d readily acknowledged it as a phenomenon she was familiar with. To her understanding, however, it was simply a side effect of an echo willingly surrendering what was left of its energy. What that might mean for Alona, someone who’d been into the light and come back, I had no idea.
“What part of
“All of it?”
She shifted carefully on the ground next to me, making herself more comfortable, which reminded me viscerally of the last time I’d been in a similar situation with a girl. Suddenly I missed Alona. She would kill me if she found out I was here. And yet, I wasn’t ready to walk away. There were still too many things I didn’t know.
“Has it not occurred to you that every time you’re helping one of them, you might be hurting someone who is still alive?” Mina asked with some exasperation.
“How?” I demanded.
“Shhhh.” She elbowed me harder this time, and I grunted.
“First,” she said in a quieter voice, “because you’re taking one person’s — if you can even think of a ghost as anything fully actualized as a whole person — account as the truth.”
That danger I knew well enough. I could never know for certain that ghosts seeking closure to their unfinished business were going to be honest with me — or even them-selves — about what that business might be.
“Second, even if they are telling the truth, how does it help to let a man know that his dead wife is sorry for something she did thirty years ago that he might not even know about?”
That was, much as I hated to admit it, a good question.
Mina shrugged. “Maybe he’s been happier this wholetime thinking she’s at peace or whatever. And now you’re telling him that his wife, or some version of her energy, has been hanging around and miserable, watching him this whole time? No way.”
“So, if they’re not here because they have unfinished business, why are they here at all?” I felt like the world as I knew it was slipping away little by little.
She made an impatient noise. “You’re thinking about this way too much. Why are we here? Why is anyone here?” She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. You just have to look for the greater good.”
That, too, made sense.
“Our job is to protect the living. We’re the heroes here, not the villains,” she added.
The villains in her mind were the Casper lovers. They weren’t an organization, at least not like the Order.
