Jude narrowed his eyes, peering at something on the screen, just below the item description, a button that said YOURS NOW: $1,000. And beneath that: Click to Buy and End Auction Immediately! He put his finger on it, tapping the glass.
"Let's just make it a grand and seal the deal," he said.
Danny rotated in his chair. He grinned, and raised his eyebrows. Danny had high, arched, Jack Nicholson eyebrows, which he used to great effect. Maybe he expected an explanation, but Jude wasn't sure he could've explained, even to himself, why it seemed reasonable to pay a thousand dollars for an old suit that probably wasn't worth a fifth of that. Later he thought it might be good publicity: Judas Coyne buys a poltergeist. The fans ate up stories like that. But that was later. Right then, in the moment, he just knew he wanted to be the one who bought the ghost.
Jude started on, thinking he would head upstairs to see if Georgia was dressed yet. He had told her to put on her clothes half an hour ago but expected to find her still in bed. He had the sense she planned to stay there until she got the fight she was looking for. She'd be sitting in her underwear, carefully painting her toenails black. Or she'd have her laptop open, surfing Goth accessories, looking for the perfect stud to poke through her tongue, like she needed anymore g--. … And then the thought of surfing the Web caused Jude to hold up, wondering something. He glanced back at Danny.
"How'd you come across that anyway?" he asked, nodding at the computer.
"We got an e-mail about it."
"From the auction site. They sent us an e-mail that said 'We notice you've bought items like this before, and thought you'd be interested.'"
"We've bought items like this before?"
"Occult items, I assume."
"I've never bought anything off that site."
"Maybe you did and just don't remember. Maybe I bought something for you."
Jude said, "F--' acid. I had a good memory once. I was in the chess club in junior high."
"You were? That's a hell of a thought."
"What? The idea that I was in the chess club?"
"I guess. It seems so … geeky."
"Yeah. But I used severed fingers for pieces."
Danny laughed -- a little too hard, convulsing himself and wiping imaginary tears from the corners of his eyes. The sycophantic little suck-a--.
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