Page 7 of Treasure and Tarot

“We need to talk, Sebastian.”

“No! We don’t! Your parents made it very clear that you never wanted to talk to me again. So I don’t understand why you’re here.” His voice rose to a bit of a shriek.

“Uh, Boss…”

“Later, Iago.” Colton lifted a finger, then drew a circle in the air.

The three men left, nodding as they passed, the youngest one, Iago, smiling and giving him a thumbs-up.

“We need to talk, Sebastian.” When he just turned to go in and close the door, Colton put his cane tip in the gap to keep the door from closing. It had one of those rubber star tip things people used for hiking. “Please.”

“No.”

“Seb.”

“I said no!” He kicked the cane out of the door and slammed it, locking it after.

He turned and leaned back against the door, his breath heaving in his chest. Which was when shit started flying around his front room, the ghosts tossing all sorts of things off walls and shelves like he was standing in the middle of a tornado.

“STOP IT!” he screamed, and his door popped open, the entire crew rushing in with cameras and machines and Colton.

All Sebastian could do was run.

Chapter

Four

Holy shit. Colton had known this house was full-on ghost-riddled. A ton of shit had happened the last time he’d been here. But this was a true tizzy. If one called ghost activity a tizzy.

But this was poltergeist level.

“Colton! Man, this is some intense shit!” Law started taking pictures while Iago ducked a flying vase, and the last man in their crew, Mason, unzipped his equipment bag and pulled out an EMF reader and started waving it around.

Usually, this kind of activity leveled up. They rarely walked into something this wild.

“Boss. Boss, do you see this? Is this normal for here?” Iago grabbed a book out of the air and swatted another one right before it hit his head.

“Well, no.” He hobbled back to a corner where the debris wasn’t so bad. “Where the hell did Sebastian go?”

“Next door!” Mason called. “I saw him on my way back in.”

“Dammit! We need to go get him.”

“After this nonsense, maybe?” Mason shook his head. “I don’t want to miss any of it.”

“You film as much as you can, and I’ll do a voice-over. I need to make sure he’s okay. You three be careful.” He headed toward the door, and a book hit him square in the chest. He grabbed it with his free hand.Pride and Prejudice?

“A little on the nose, guys,” he murmured.

He swore someone pinched him on the butt, the touch firm as hell.

He jumped, growling a little, then headed out to go to the next-door neighbor Mason had indicated. He knocked on the door once he got there, his leg aching, adrenaline pumping through him.

An older lady answered the door, peering through with a smile. “Can I help you?”

“Hello. My name is Colton Maxwell. I imagine Sebastian told you we’re filming a TV show next door?”

At her cautious nod, he tried his most charming smile, because she was a lovely lady, her hazel eyes still sharp as a tack. “I just wanted to check on him. The situation got a little wild over there.”

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