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She believed in hard data, in the sharp click of a camera shutter, in the cold weight of a microphone cable coiled around her palm. As a rising star in paranormal investigation, she’d debunked more haunted attics than she could count—loose floorboards, rusty pipes, even a neighbor’s cat that liked to knock things off shelves at 3 a.m.

“You grew up,” he said. Voice rough, like stones tumbling in a current. valerica steele dad

But this case was different.

And there, sitting on an overturned crate, was a man who had been dead for fifteen years. She believed in hard data, in the sharp