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  His words hit me in the gut. As much as I wanted to make light of the sighting, I couldn’t deny the messages were getting much more serious.” I know, just wishful thinking.”

  Kenzo paid the bill. “Luckily the Spa Hotel is just a few blocks from here.”

  I gave him a weak smile less than thrilled to be going back to the hotel where many of my sightings had happened. Not to mention the fact that a few Tokyo city blocks were equal to ten blocks in Magic Valley.

  Thanks to a strong tail wind, we made it to the Spa Hotel in record time. I stared at the familiar room display dreading what spirit might show up. The sun goddess did not appear tonight. As the highest deity in Japan she must be far too busy to visit some American girl.

  Kenzo pointed to room seven. “This has a deluxe massage chair and steam shower. Very tempting after the day I’ve had.”

  My curiosity was piqued, but I figured he’d fill me in once we got to the room.

  Kenzo ran the card in the slot and the lights lit up. We strolled into the elevator with the weight of the day on our shoulders. Kenzo opened the door and I raced straight for the massage chair.

  Kenzo called out, “Hey, I had first dibs on that.”

  Kicking off my boots, I tossed my wool coat to the side, pushed a bunch of buttons, and snuggled into the chair. “Snooze you lose.”

  The next thing I knew I was being dragged out the chair and landed squarely on my ass. Kenzo leapt over me and nestled into the chair. “We at the PSIA will not be outdone.”

  I rubbed my butt. “What a sore loser.”

  He laughed. “I’m not the one rubbing my backside.”

  I waltzed into the bathroom thinking mission accomplished. Kenzo had a huge satisfied grin on his face, the dark shadow over him had vanished.

  The bathroom stone tiles gleamed as I turned on the light. The bathroom, a vision in dark walnut cabinetry and glittering chrome fixtures would fit right in on the pages of a magazine. Gazing at myself in the two-way mirror, a mist formed around me. The temperature dropped twenty degrees and my breath formed a cloud as it did when we were outside. My ghost materialized near the steam shower. This time there was no vague white film. A woman stood before me wearing a tattered dingy white kimono. Her hair, a tangled mess, hung well past her shoulders. I gulped hard when I saw her hands dangled from her wrists, as if they were broken. She hovered over the tile floor, her kimono hem shuttered to reveal that she had no feet. I sucked in a breath and bit my lip. Kenzo would want me to ask the ghost what it wanted, but my feet instinctively shuffled backwards.

  The ghost murmured something that sounded like a mouse being strangled.

  Swallowing down my fear like a good woman of letters, I said in Japanese, “What is your name?”

  In a faint childlike voice, she said, “Yurei.”

  “What do you want?”

  “I am here to ask you to return home.”

  “Why? Am I in danger?”

  She nodded causing her head to list sideways.

  The door creaked open and the ghost vanished.

  Kenzo gave me a puzzled look. “Who were you talking to?”

  “Yurei, the ghost.”

  Kenzo grabbed my arm and led me back into the suite. He sat me down on the white leather sectional and took my hand. “Erin, I was going to ease into our meeting tonight, but your encounter with the ghost has forced me to tell you everything now.”

  “I could tell you were avoiding getting down to business. So, it must be bad news.”

  “It is big news. We have put the messages together and one thing is very clear, a major paranormal event is going to happen in June. And you are directly involved.”

  I laughed. “Me? You have to be kidding. I’ve hardly seen anything.”

  “What do you call what just happened in the bathroom?”

  “A conversation with a ghost.”

  “You should take the encounters more seriously. Spirits aren’t always what they seem.”

  I pulled my hand away. “Kenzo, you’re scaring me.”

  He grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight. “Erin, the situation is serious. The ghost gave you a warning didn’t it?”

  “Yes. She told me to go home.”

  “Of course, that makes sense. It is a message from the sun goddess.”

  “Why is she so concerned about me?”

  “Because you are the key. Everything revolves around your messages.”

  “Why me? I’m nobody special. Just a blonde girl from Idaho who won a scholarship to a fancy Tokyo prep school.”

  “Erin, you couldn’t be more wrong. You didn’t come to Japan for your friend’s list, or school. You are here for one reason—to stop the coming war between good and evil.”

  To be continued…

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